itp: more damn carnies

[bitchgineer]

[If you're passing by the carnival, you might notice a new ride! Along with the ride is what looks like a young man inspecting the controls.

There's also a stand pumping out mini-doughnuts, fuck yeah.]

Comments

[adroitism]

[Sometimes, when you've stirred the pot a lot and some people actually know what you look like or maybe haven't associated you with a certain cryptic carnival, you really should learn when to just lay low and keep your head down and the like.

. . . and sometimes, it is really, really hard to do just that.]

Are you fucking serious?

[bitchgineer]

[not even looking up]

Piss off, asshole.

[adroitism]

Hey, fuck you! Have you ever heard of a thing called a low profile? I mean, couldn't this- what the fuck is this thing, anyway.

[bitchgineer]

Some kind of hellish elevator. And what makes you think I'm responsible for it?

[adroitism]

. . . beeeecause you're the engineer?

[bitchgineer]

Fuck you, I can't just whip up something like this over night.

[adroitism]

Fuck you, it's your ship!

[bitchgineer]

Damn right it is.

[adroitism]

So in theory, you should be able to explain it, asshole.

[bitchgineer]

I didn't build it, cockbite. I hate heights.

[adroitism]

. . .

You're on a spaceship more often than fucking not.

[bitchgineer]

That's different.

[adroitism]

Uh-huh.

[bitchgineer]

And how's your motion sickness, Lenny?

[adroitism]

Is that seriously all you've got? Seriously? Come on, Winnie!

[bitchgineer]

Actually, your name is embarrassing enough on its own.