[ voice. boy's drunk again. ]

[hellboundson]

Sam? Yo, Sammy. Saaaaaaaaaaaaaam.

We're out of booze.

And-- My friends? You guys. You know who you are. [ Little, hiccupy sort of... giggle, almost. ]

Look, Sam, I got friends. And you said I wasn't a people person.

...how are you guys?

Me, I'm dandy. My wings went from pink to rainbowSweet, right? And yet Captain McSparkles over there isn't

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[felltohate]

Rainbow? [ HE HAS ABSOLUTELY NO INTEREST IN THIS TOPIC WHATSOEVER. And it does not involve him personally.

... At all. ]

[hellboundson]

...shut it.

[ Sorry, he's kind of touchy about that. ]

[felltohate]

You might want to consider dying them next time.

[hellboundson]

...how the hell do you dye wings? Is it like dying hair? Because I don't want to end up looking like a molting chicken should the dye fry my ends.

[felltohate]

It's like dying hair.

[ He would know. ]

[hellboundson]

...and it doesn't make you all molty?

[felltohate]

No.

[hellboundson]

Where would I find dye?

...and were yours pink too?

[felltohate]

The stores.

... They were when I was here before. Now they're worse.

[hellboundson]

...rainbow?

[felltohate]

What do you think.