SATANIC BAKE SALE

[sweet_madman]

*Because he was bored, which is a dangerous thing for a puppet to be, Mercutio has set up a card table in the main room of the mansion, decorated with posters. On top of the table is a tray of delicious looking muffins (they're harmless, courtesy of Alcuin) and a painted shoebox with a hole cut in the lid to serve as his cashbox

Comments

[i_document_life]

*Well, Mark's in need of cheering. So when he walks in and sees the sign, he stops, stares, and bursts out laughing*

I'll take two muffins, and can I stay and film your customers?

[sweet_madman]

Absolutely. *grins at him, enjoying himself* That'll be fifty cents.

[i_document_life]

*digs out a dollar and sticks it in the box* *grins* Don't worry about change. *winds his camera and perches nearby*

[sweet_madman]

*offers clipboard* Join our mailing list?

[i_document_life]

Not a virgin. Does that matter?

[sweet_madman]

Not really. I'm not about to check your qualifications. *amused smirk*

[i_document_life]

*laughs* Okay, sure!

*takes the clipboard and scrawls out "Mark Thropp-Cohen, Kiamo Ko"*