Nov 13, 2008 17:45
I was told by a bitch that I should have something to occupy my time.
And then I was stationed at that shack on the beach. Hotdog on a whatever now.
...Did they forget I don't have the ability to communicate like everyone else?
I can't exactly ask them if they want anything else.
I can't exactly tell them their total.
I can't exactly explain when there's no lemonade (i.e., the churner is absent or lazy; and forget we mention that I'm the lemonade churner).
This is not my position.
Inuart, you bastard, somehow I feel like this is something you'd do.
And for that, I want to kill you for one more reason.
caim,
drakengard