Hey, I woke up bleeding to death by a fountain and got miraculously healed by a girl who makes flashy lights appear. Blueberry flavor? I could buy it. Good to know I'm not gonna be kept out of the exclusive blueberry clubs, though.
'Course I do. What, you think I'm a cherry-tasting fellow in disguise?
Hey, so long as all people are getting worked up over is how they taste, I'll take it. Kept my head down last week, it seemed like the smartest thing to do.
See, here's the part where I've gotta all suspicious and careful and hint around at the kind've job I'm looking for. Been told Underground's a good place to start looking, though.
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Actually, I taste a little like candy and perfume. Welcome to one've the (hopefully) less traumatic curse days.
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Hey, so long as all people are getting worked up over is how they taste, I'll take it. Kept my head down last week, it seemed like the smartest thing to do.
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If you had that luxury, definitely the smartest thing. I'm guessing you weren't dropped into the fountain too long ago?
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No, just a couple weeks ago. Been mostly trying to get oriented, check out the job market, that kind of thing.
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What kind've job are you in the market for?
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See, here's the part where I've gotta all suspicious and careful and hint around at the kind've job I'm looking for. Been told Underground's a good place to start looking, though.
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...So you sell internal organs on the black market.
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Hell, you got me. You're not with the black market organ police, are you?
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If I am, it seems like we're doing a lousy job.
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You really. People around here are selling lungs and kidneys right out on street corners!
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Well if they're doing it on street corners that's not our jurisdiction. You want the Overground Black Market Organ Police.
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