"You're out of snacks," Weasel informed him. He'd just walked out of the house to lurk on the porch, and, well, give the hamster he was holding a couple more chips. He'd broken them, and everything.
"I also drank most of your sake," Weasel continued to inform him, cheerfully. He let Boo run across his hands for a minute. "The hamster is a fearsome warrior currently fighting a gambling addiction."
"Still dedicated to quality, quantity and terror, huh, Wade?" As if to make that into a statement, the hamster crawled up onto Weasel's head and blinked at him.
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"What's with the hamster?"
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"That was my good sake from Dom...." He really didn't want to have to kick Weasel's ass, it wouldn't bring the sake back.
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