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[sharpmaskedman]

Tonight marks the 120th anniversary of Jack the Ripper's first murder--still unsolved.

...

Who'd like some pie?

[There is, indeed, pie.]

Comments

[sharpmaskedman]

[It's not my fault you're from the Victorian era.]

[sharpmaskedman]

Infamous murderer who stalked the fog-shrouded streets of late 19th Century London? Never apprehended in connection to the five slayings he likely perpetrated? This rings no bells?

[cest_untrap]

That's an interesting thing to celebrate~

[sharpmaskedman]

Commemorate. You don't celebrate unsolved murder-mysteries, you commemorate them. But if you're commemorating, you might as well have refreshments.

[cest_untrap]

Commemorating with refreshments seems a lot like celebrating.

[sharpmaskedman]

No, if we were celebrating I would have brought party hats and at least one pinata. This is a solemn occasion.

[limpdicking]

Who wants pie? I say, we get cookies.

[sharpmaskedman]

I want pie. Besides, cookies don't set the proper tone for this sort of thing.

[limpdicking]

Yeah? Who says?

[sharpmaskedman]

... me.

[dancemecanique]

Oh, me!

[sharpmaskedman]

Please, help yourself.

[dancemecanique]

Hmm~ what kinds are there?

[sharpmaskedman]

Apple, cherry, and key lime.

[whenurgood2nana]

Mmm, murder and pie. They go hand in hand, really.

[sharpmaskedman]

You think so too? Glad I chose right on that account.

[whenurgood2nana]

When you think about it, it was really the only choice.

[sharpmaskedman]

A lady after my own heart.