itp: housing.

[godwinner]

[ not in the middle of Camp but probably somewhere off to the side strategically close to a field of robot cows are two metalbenders. one has green hair; the other has the remnants of a cough. a few of the cows are nothing more than some robotic entrails lying on the ground, the rest of their carcasses seemingly missing, though there is a single,

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[altersattract]

. . . at least a kitchen.

[godwinner]

Yes.

We'll need silverware.

[altersattract]

And SpaghettiOs.

[godwinner]

[ this is the face of a man who has never seen tiny circles of pasta in his life. ]

[boxbythebed]

What the are fuck you doing to those cows?

[altersattract]

Construction.

[boxbythebed]

Murderers.

[altersattract]

Of robot cows.

[easybreezyidiot]

[SPYING]

[altersattract]

[ small... child ... ]

[easybreezyidiot]

[squinting at]

Who are you?

[altersattract]

Lorna. Who are you?

[skinofalizard]

[HI I DON'T KNOW YOU but do you like my perfectly symmetrical arms?]

Wow.

[altersattract]

We take suggestions.

[skinofalizard]

You don't know what goes into a house?

[altersattract]

My mom lived in an apartment.

[fuckseptember]

Man, I wish I could cheat like that.

[altersattract]

With the cows or with brooding handsome gentlemen?

[fuckseptember]

I don't think there's a safe answer to that question. Nice to meet you.

[altersattract]

You could at least give it a try.