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[verydurable]

[today in the messhall, the following items have been lined up on a table:

hand lotion

vaseline

extra-virgin olive oil

mayonaise

window cleaner

Comments

[lunadickery]

That is because it may very well be Windex you are consuming.

[verydurable]

Oh-- hey, your honor. Shouldn't it just clean my hands?

[lunadickery]

No. Windex is not in fact fit for human consumption.

[verydurable]

Okay, duly noted.

[wiping his hand on a napkin instead]

[lunadickery]

...Wild Tiger, what exactly are you doing?

[verydurable]

[and the hand goes INTO his pocket]

Uh. Nothing, really.

[lunadickery]

[Looking at the mayo and peanut butter]

Just out for a snack?

[verydurable]

Well, no . . . that would be pretty disgusting.

[lunadickery]

I'll take your word for it, since you now have first hand experience in such matters.

[verydurable]

It was an accident. Instinct! Something like that.

[lunadickery]

I understand. [no, he doesn't]

[verydurable]

Yeah . . . thanks.

[pulls his hand back out, scratching at his beard. it's considerably cleaner now, which means that the ring on his finger might be visible again]

[lunadickery]

[He recognizes the ring, although he hasn't remembered from where yet.]

It's not a problem. Should you feel the instinct to consume any more of those products, I highly suggest checking yourself into the hospital afterwards.

[verydurable]

[take your time.... really]

Hahaaaa . . . no thanks, had enough of that.

[lunadickery]

Oh? Have you gone to the hospital recently?

[verydurable]

... ...

Can you forget I said anything?