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It's that time again.
The mutant President of the United States is seated at a table, singing along to the jukebox and drawing the label designs for his spring collection of ice creams. (He's actually a good artist; all those years of prison art class have served him well.)
On the table is a sign:
Free Ice Cream Samples:
Graceland
Faraday
John the Baptist
Two of the labels are already done; the one for Graceland immortalizes that decades-ago moment when young Edie met her idol, and the one for Faraday features a masked blonde woman in what is certainly not a regulation labcoat doing vaguely sciencey things.
Feeling brave, bored, or just craving sweets? Tony Napolitano's your man.
[open until it scrolls, though as always slowtimes are <3]
The mutant President of the United States is seated at a table, singing along to the jukebox and drawing the label designs for his spring collection of ice creams. (He's actually a good artist; all those years of prison art class have served him well.)
On the table is a sign:
Free Ice Cream Samples:
Graceland
Faraday
John the Baptist
Two of the labels are already done; the one for Graceland immortalizes that decades-ago moment when young Edie met her idol, and the one for Faraday features a masked blonde woman in what is certainly not a regulation labcoat doing vaguely sciencey things.
Feeling brave, bored, or just craving sweets? Tony Napolitano's your man.
[open until it scrolls, though as always slowtimes are <3]