84. important things.

Jan 07, 2011 17:27

Wait, wait, waaaaaaaaaaaaaaait just a minute.

I know there's a lot to be said, about all these fucking birds and stone walls and stuff.

But am I supposed to feed all these random blokes hovering around the place? Because, bonus... I have a ton of fucking chocolate and chillis and... is that fucking maize?

[He's now just sifting through the things left in the kitchen]

Anyone want chilli for dinner? Seems appropriate or some such shit.

Laura, you alright out there?

Hey, what the hell is this thing, a decorative rock... [He's found a ceremonial knife. He doesn't realise it's sharp. Yet.]

FUCK! OW, fuck. Stupid bleeding bloody rock.

Um. I... I'll come to the infirmary. Up the stairs to Mount Doom.

a raft of feckless youth, closet film geek, aztec gods only eat hearts, swearing about cooking

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