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[fuckyou_chorus]

[It's Sunday evening and the rain has yet to stop. Luckily a nice, hot meal is waiting for you in the Mess Hall! And so is one very leaky roof. So grab a poncho, mind the buckets, and enjoy your (slightly soggy) dinner! At least the power seems to be holding up, for now.]

Comments

[odiousialist]

[crossssssing his arms behind you]

... Tell me about it.

[my_pleasure]

[ oh good, time for smartassery. ] If you insist. The thing is, it just ruins the texture-- that's about as important as the taste, right?

[odiousialist]

[... oh really]

I didn't think you cared about such things.

[my_pleasure]

I care about enjoying my dinner.

[odiousialist]

Doesn't everyone?

[my_pleasure]

...surprisingly, no. Not always.

[odiousialist]

[looks up at the ceiling] I suppose not in this situation...

[my_pleasure]

What about you?

[odiousialist]

Well, of course. In fitting company.

[my_pleasure]

And what exactly makes fitting company?

[odiousialist]

I've been wondering that.

[my_pleasure]

If you're looking for an answer, I haven't got one for you.

[odiousialist]

[tch]

No? Figures. You've not been in here for a while, have you?

[my_pleasure]

I haven't, no. Can't say I've found any need to. Why do you ask?

[odiousialist]

...no reason.

[my_pleasure]

Right, well. I'm still hungry. Perhaps there's something here that isn't completely spoiled...