[There is a rather authentic set of
stocks outside. The man in the stocks is staring sullenly at the zombies who are chucking old vegetables at him--though he doesn't have to do much ducking because the zombies are really crappy shots and he exhausted his supply of curses about five minutes ago. A signboard nearby seems to suggest that he is up for 1) trying to snare cute fluffy animals and 2) being antisocial.]
. . . That's ridiculous.
[Intro post for Guy--slow because of new icons, new voice, etc. ETA: Back-ish.]