DINNER: Space Stew!
Well, looky here. There is no toddler-- for she is got the sniffles and keeping Mike away from his precious kitchen-- and no turtle. There is in fact a huge, Ursid cyborg working the kitchen. Yes, Mike's forbidden ambiguously gay affair is here. You know, the one with the arm that Mike wants to abscond with?
Yeah, that one.
He's handling dinner today. There is spam in the stew for meat, veggies, and some pretty good broth, and song.
Mike doesn't sing, but Silver does. Loudly, and not badly. They're all sea-- or, excuse me-- space shanty or barhouse tune. So you get dinner and a musical interlude! What more could you ask for?
[Just like any other dinner, only Mike's outta town! So, John's cooking today. Thread hop, socialize, talk to Silver, and enjoy!]
Yeah, that one.
He's handling dinner today. There is spam in the stew for meat, veggies, and some pretty good broth, and song.
Mike doesn't sing, but Silver does. Loudly, and not badly. They're all sea-- or, excuse me-- space shanty or barhouse tune. So you get dinner and a musical interlude! What more could you ask for?
[Just like any other dinner, only Mike's outta town! So, John's cooking today. Thread hop, socialize, talk to Silver, and enjoy!]