guncocking | (no subject)

[AND HERE, YOU FIND A SUPER SCARY WOLF-MAN]

Boo. I'ma eat you.

[... NO, REALLY, HE'S SUPER SCARY]

Garden style or Caesar?

Well enough.

Yourself?

I'm an Imagin!

Caesar.

Pretty good, ignorin' the past week or so.

I wish I could say I was imagin' ya.

Did something happen?

With or without anchovies?

Haha! No, I came out of Ryoutarou's imagination!

. . . does he take drugs?

I got forced into goin' on a campin' trip.

What drugs?

Eww, without. Anchovies are only for pizza.

...I see. It was unpleasant?

Y'know, hallucinogens, narcotics, that kind of stuff.

Either that or his imagination is one freaky place to be.

Point. But then are you going to want that with the hunks of hard-boiled egg in it?

Ryoutarou has no sense either!

I got stuck with two fluffballs, a baby, and another counselor.

The baby had explosives.

No thanks. Just the basic salad, thanks.

I can tell. Oh, can I tell.

Right. Just show me the exit, and I'll duck out for a moment to find that for you.

Ne, do we win something yet?

[snorts]

Door behind me is the way out.

[tosses a soda at!]

One all expenses paid trip out the door behind me. What they do with ya there, I don't know.

Pleasure doing business with you.

[Hello, exit!]

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