I'm really going to do it.
It's about to start now.
That freaky lethal chef was really angry about it at first, but he accidentally saw one of my guns glinting off the light in the window, so he took me down to his secret basement pretty quickly. It took a really long time ti find the right spell and the right world, because that scary guy apparently has books on every single world he's ever discovered and more.
While I waited for his slow ass to find something, he tried to make me eat some of his food. I really hate that guy.
Eventually he found a place that sounds about right. There's a universe somewhere that sucks up different versions of us from all over the place, from all other universes. If I want to find one where I can get that stupid tomato bastard off my mind, it's that one. He's drawing a chalk circle on the ground right now as I write.
Damn it. I have to go get things for him, because he can't leave the basement right now. Slave-driver.
Sorry about that. The smudge is from one of his freaky powders. He assured me that it won't hurt anyone, but just in case, I rubbed the whole thing down with sanitizer. The paper's probably all crumbly and stuff when you see it, but better than touching some of that freaky guy's weird ingredients and getting some sort of curse on you.
Okay, he's asking me to step in the circle now. His chanting is so weird.
I guess I'll see the rest of you in a few days. Veneziano, if it's you reading, tell idiot Spain to prepare a huge fucking feast for when I get back. And tell him I mean that in every single way possible.
That freaky lethal chef was really angry about it at first, but he accidentally saw one of my guns glinting off the light in the window, so he took me down to his secret basement pretty quickly. It took a really long time ti find the right spell and the right world, because that scary guy apparently has books on every single world he's ever discovered and more.
While I waited for his slow ass to find something, he tried to make me eat some of his food. I really hate that guy.
Eventually he found a place that sounds about right. There's a universe somewhere that sucks up different versions of us from all over the place, from all other universes. If I want to find one where I can get that stupid tomato bastard off my mind, it's that one. He's drawing a chalk circle on the ground right now as I write.
Damn it. I have to go get things for him, because he can't leave the basement right now. Slave-driver.
Sorry about that. The smudge is from one of his freaky powders. He assured me that it won't hurt anyone, but just in case, I rubbed the whole thing down with sanitizer. The paper's probably all crumbly and stuff when you see it, but better than touching some of that freaky guy's weird ingredients and getting some sort of curse on you.
Okay, he's asking me to step in the circle now. His chanting is so weird.
I guess I'll see the rest of you in a few days. Veneziano, if it's you reading, tell idiot Spain to prepare a huge fucking feast for when I get back. And tell him I mean that in every single way possible.