Apparently it is.
Aahahhhhhhhhh! Get out of my mouth!
bites your foot
Oh God, you taste gross.
One. Horizontal one.
You know what? I'm kind of mad that everyone is on me right now, but I'll want 5 in a few days.
Body towels that don't show stuff.
How did the bar go from
"I have a bar. Does anyone want to help?"
"You'll probably make it out alive, if you can write good poetry and tip...."
In 6 years?
My guess is chaos culture. And also the Great Cthuhlu and Spaghetti Monster awakening. And the introduction of grimdark.
This is totally the buttery effect. One person decided to be chaotic, and everyone followed suit.
I try to be the comic relief, but lately I have not been. But who's to say the comic relief can't take another role for a minute, even tho I am considering... um... hiding now.
I marvel about how we adopted the religious phrase
Iím a ghost, my feet canít be bitten! You were biting through my foot the entire time! I put Nellieís foot in your mouth. She never showered ever and stepped in mud all the time! *evil laughter*
You're right--we should have done it much faster, but we've been taking our time. The Bar has had a number of modes over time--sometimes customers want to investigate the basements, and other times they obsess about The Only Proper Way To Make a Schnoozlefoam, and still others focus on running WWII Panzer tanks through the main dining room. My point is, some death spirals use a casual timeline.
You're welcome. But I'm not taking credit here. I've only been loitering around ... er, employed by the Bar for about five and a half years, and the chaos was well underway when I plunged in headfirst. I say we blame that really tall and hairy rabbit who used to wipe down the bar with a moistened hamster. I think that handsome fellow is still hiding in the sub-basements somewhere. I meant the hamster. The rabbit hasn't been seen in about two years.
I don't want to talk about this anymore. But yeah you have can take a lot of credit from that. You and a certain furball made the bar what it is today.
How about we do something less-
How about we-
I don't want anymore attention. Going to the roof above the bar on every region now.
No I didn't. Where am I supposed to find a towel or anything to get the water off me...
...everything's covered in water.
shakes water on you intentionally this time
I guess this is the first time I've had a makeshift bath in a few... weeks.
Sounds.... like election emotions are gonna come out today.
I don't like elections, especially when parties directly oppose one another. But I guess they're necessary.
Political Apathy In General + 50
I agree. Hygiene is overrated. Fortunately the smell from the kitchen tends to cover our personal odors.
But seriously, elections are important. They give you someone new to blame for the next several years.
I misread that as "electron emotions." Pity--I prefer my reading, because I'm in favor of electrocuting quite a large percentage of the world's idiots politicians. High amperages? Yes, please.
Just wait until it gets all humid, then it will be entertaining to smell too
Her ears flatten and pupils narrow to slits, shoulders going rigid as she stands, toppling the bar chair over.
You mean to tell me you haven't washed in weeks? and you throw water all over me?
Points a clawed finger at Pricane, the air growing suddenly cold
Well I never! I don't like to do this, but you force my hand!
I hereby sentence you, Pricane...
I'm allergic to soap....
I'm afraid this is more dangerous than soap.
Get dog shampoo. Then we'll talk. Yeah we can have snacks and stuff.
Also, our candidates is a son of a benevolent dictator, a boxer, a unintelligent lawyer and a TV star.