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[miraculls]

[Action; inside 1338 Benny]

[Some people deal with teenage drama and fights with their best friends by drowning their sorrows in ice cream and shitty movies. Gamzee, on the other hand, drowns his sorrows in pies. Unfortunately, the human pies don't work half as well as his sopor ones do when it comes to making him feel better, plus his stomach

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[decadenzas]

[wow this sign is suspicious and the lonely clown eating it is suspicious but hey, free pie! what could possibly go wrong.]

You ought to take a job at the bakery if you can manage to make such a large quantity within a day. [no don't listen to him......]

[miraculls]

[trust the clown]

Whooooa, you think they'd up and let me work there? I dunno if I've got the time, what with having to be schoolfed and all...

[decadenzas]

[that would be going against every life lesson he has ever learned]

I suppose you would be unable to if you're categorised as a child. I don't see why you couldn't lend a hand in your spare time though, some of the people who actually work there are only capable of baking monstrosities. [reaching for a slice of one that looks kind of familiar...]

[miraculls]

[all his life lessons are obviously wrong and he should fire his teachers]

Shit, if the motherfuckers there be needing my help, I'm on it - I ain't gonna be leaving anyone out to dry. They don't got any of the shit here that I usually what all make my pies with, though.

[decadenzas]

[oh... now he's kind of looking at the slice a bit suspiciously...]

What do you usually make pies with? The grocery store has a fairly large selection of cooking staples, even if they lack most things that weren't available in America during the 1950's.

[miraculls]

Sopor slime! But I done checked the grossers and the starmonkey hive, and they ain't got none. Haha, you all don't even sleep in recuperacoons, it's real strange.

[decadenzas]

...I'm not entirely certain I understood anything of importance out of that sentence outside of the fact that you bake pies with slime. I'm assuming you come from some bizarre version of the world where that is par for the course but it sounds absolutely foul.

[miraculls]

Naaaaw, don't be hatin' till you done satin' your mastication muscle with some of my pimpest sneeze. These pies don't got any sopor though, if that ain't what you're into.

[decadenzas]

[still looks a little confused, but he will suspiciously cut a bite away...] ...And you haven't sneezed on these or anything equally unsanitary, correct?

[miraculls]

If I did, I sure as fuck don't remember. Hivesis helped me make them though, so you don't got to worry about them being bad for starmonkeys or nothing. [gosh Charles why so paranoid just eat the damn pie]

[decadenzas]

[of course, a clown just offered him pie made by bees that he could have sneezed on, what is there to be paranoid about!]

Am I to assume I fall under the starmonkey category? [gingerly takes the smallest of small bites and ...oh, it actually tastes like a decent, normal and not sneeze-infested apple pie miracles are real]

[miraculls]

[all you need to do is believe]

Yeah, I think? You got the pink skin and the white lookstubs and no horns, so you look real starmonkey to me.

[decadenzas]

[he believes no okay he's actually still eating it very slowly and carefully like he's afraid he might run across something horrific at any moment, but at least he's eating it] Is that your bizarre way of referring to humans? Your vocabulary is quite strange.

[miraculls]

Haha, really? I think all the starmonkey -- uhh, I mean human words can get real confusing as fuck. Like 'bowlorama'. Me and Terezi up and checked, but there weren't no motherfuckin' bowls there.

[decadenzas]

[oh he knows Terezi, suddenly everything makes sense...]

If you're referring to the false event advertised at the alley, it doesn't involve the dishware. The sport itself is called bowling because you're using a ball to bowl pins over.

[miraculls]

[the blankest of stares]

...I don't get it, sooooorry.