TIME FOR BEER

[putyaswordson]

[ it's a nice, warm summer evening in camp. and even with impending... plot stuff approaching, there is beer and other assorted types of alcohol waiting to be drunk.

time for beer? time for beer. ]

(TOUCH EACH OTHER, I CAN ONLY LAST SO LONG, will be slow because I forget how to thread or something silly)

Comments

[putyaswordson]

Then don't drink it.

[certifiably]

I'm not going to! Do I look that stupid?

[putyaswordson]

Just making random complaints, then. I see.

[certifiably]

Don't make random complaints about my random complaints!

[putyaswordson]

If I make a complaint about those random complaints, it'll get all Inception-like and form a chain of random complaints.

[certifiably]

We need to go deeper. ☆

[putyaswordson]

No! You're going to lure audience!

[certifiably]

About time, too! I always should have an adoring audience!

[putyaswordson]

Are you sure you want their attention? They'll write all kinds of weird things about you.

[certifiably]

Like what?

[putyaswordson]

I don't want to think about it!

[certifiably]

What, would it dredge up bad memories?

[putyaswordson]

[ hrngguhhhhh ]

[certifiably]

Ah, it really did!