Jun 06, 2009 21:26
[it is dark in the mess hall. The lights are out, the windows are covered.
And in the corner by the drinks, there is a giant mechanical eyeball cube thing poking around a cup of lake water with a tea bag in it, completely oblivious to aaaaaanything else]
Oh! Taking in the light taste of green tea… lacking in the energy of ginseng but compensating with the power of nuclear waste… the leaves decomposing ever so slightly as a hallmark of local flavor… sweetened by ingenious artificial compounds…
That’s it! In almost no time at all, I’ve completely mastered the teas of Camp Fuck You Die! Englishmen beware, for a challenger has landed on this dismal planet to challenge your obsolete superiority in the field of tea analysis! Ahaha! Ahaha! Ahahahahahaha!
[clearly, it is up to you to interrupt this madness]