Chapter Four

[no_bad_writing]

I have a question to put to everyone. More like a request, really, if I'm going to be specific.

Does anyone have any paper? Is there, you know, a large supply of paper tucked away somewhere in this city?

...I think I'm in need of it. A lot of it.

Comments

[smallchivalry]

ARGH. JUST AS THE OTHERS LEAVE ANOTHER TAKES THEIR PLACE! You do realize you share the same face as several others here? It's astounding, baffling, and it always seems like I'm the only one to notice! Pray tell, you don't carry pistols or shaving utensils on a daily basis, do you?

[no_bad_writing]

What? That doesn't make any...sense. People don't "share the same face," as you put it, unless they happen to be twins, and I can assure you that I don't have even one twin.

Why on earth would I carry those things around? Paper and pens, yes. Pistols well, I have been known to keep guns around and shaving utensils, no.

Oh dear Lord, not another talking animal? You've got to be kidding me.