Stitch #33.

[anti_buttons]

I am struck only by how asinine the denizens of this City are.

Honestly. Once it obviously did not taste like water, why continue to drink it

Comments

[apostleofhope]

Alcohol again? City needs to think up new curses.

[anti_buttons]

That would require some creative effort on its part; I doubt we're worth it.

[apostleofhope]

Well I am! Maybe you're not.

[anti_buttons]

I'm not convinced that I want the City to think me worth it.

[apostleofhope]

Bo~ring.

[anti_buttons]

I'll take that as a compliment.

[apostleofhope]

Really? It wasn't meant as one.

[anti_buttons]

What you should then derive is that your intention matters little to me.

[apostleofhope]

What of my intention was to rip your lips off? Then would it matter?

[anti_buttons]

... Perhaps. It would depend on your ability to make your intention a reality, and then, on how capable I would be of preventing it.

[apostleofhope]

Hmmm.... Maybe another time. I'm pretty hungry right now, but nobody's awake to cook for me.

[anti_buttons]

What a shame. I'd hope that none of yours indulged in the water, as it might be a long time until they feel inclined to cook. Not that it is very difficult to make certain meals.

[apostleofhope]

Can you cook?

[anti_buttons]

Yes.

[apostleofhope]

Then you can cook something for me.

[anti_buttons]

Pass.