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