...so the other participant in this mini-bit of dialogue? Will be hugged and squeezed and called George.
(13:52:54) Mercy: Whoa. The sudden appearance of a patch of raisins in the apple fritter. Suddenly I know why I walked into a box of apple fritters this morning. Bakery rejects. o.0
(13:54:29) George: Well that was different...
(13:57:03) Mercy: What, the non-sequitur, or...?
(13:57:15) George: Yeah
(13:58:25) Mercy: Well, it was weird. Apple, oversweet, pastry, more apple, still oversweet, apple...RAISINRAISINRAISIN
(13:58:37) Mercy: Terrorist raisins, suddenly, in a clump, all boiled and resentful. :)
(13:58:45) George: Heh
Had to preserve it. So to speak. Bet me the ones that haven't been eaten are plotting as we speak, planning to take over the world. Soon the moles in Borneo will be involved and it'll all be over. Squirrel crossing guards.
I'm telling you, it's gonna happen. All of this is true.
Also...
bwahahaha. By way of
crymsin_lilly's hub unit. FOOM. :)