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[8_legged_tales]

*out by the lake, there is a little old man in a green fedora hat, lemon yellow gloves, and a fishing pole. He's on a rock that overlooks the lake enough that his fishing pole can easily go into the depths without him having to wade in, leaning against a tree and smoking a cigarillo. There is a hawk in the tree above him

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[eatsroadkill]

[8_legged_tales]

I think maybe, we be better off getting food in the cafeteria, you think? Unless you think you can get us some fish.

[eatsroadkill]

[fish isn't actually what's on my mind right now but it might take me a moment to get there pls hold]

[8_legged_tales]

*hold? What is this hold you speak of?*

Of course, there's something awfully peaceful 'bout sitting up here fishing, but there's got to be some mighty fine cooks in a big old place like this.

[emperor_eel]

Ehhhh, I dunno if the fish ever are biting there ...

[eatsroadkill]

[swivels head to stare at you]

[emperor_eel]

[blinks back]

[eatsroadkill]

[doesn't blink]

[also that icon never stops looking like boobs to me]

[west_is_best]

I dunno if you'd want the fish in that lake biting, actually.

[eatsroadkill]

[clicks beak]

[west_is_best]

Heya!

[eatsroadkill]

[you're kind of interesting]

[touch_fayth]

I'm not sure you'd want to eat anything that came out of there.

[eatsroadkill]

[oh, I have]

[but that's not exactly what you'd call a trustworthy endorsement]

[touch_fayth]

*Considering you can eat things that would kill me, no.*

[eatsroadkill]

[damn straight]

[boomtoday]

You won't catch much there, old man.

[eatsroadkill]

[o hai thar]

[boomtoday]

Hey! Long time no see!

[eatsroadkill]

[excuse me while I try to figure out how to ask mr. chatterbox over there a pressingly important question]