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[k1ng_nothing]

There's a habit Prosciutto and I have developed of burning anonymous packages...We received one earlier and took care of it. It was normal...

...Until it started to smell good.

Some jackass thought it was funny to send us ham and rice. We burnt perfectly good food.

Now I'm hungry and pissed.

Comments

[virucide]

Oh, so you're Hammy's side dish. We haven't talked before, have we.

Too bad 'Ricey' isn't quite as catchy as 'Hammy' is.

[k1ng_nothing]

..."side dish"?

And no. I have no idea who the hell you are. Also, call me any form of nickname and you'll be vomiting razor blades.

[virucide]

Wow, you're worse than he is.

It's Mello. Hammy hasn't mentioned me?

[k1ng_nothing]

You haven't seen the worst yet.

If he did...hm, wait. Yeah, he's always complaining about you.

[virucide]

Really.

He is? Poor guy.

[k1ng_nothing]

Yes. Really.

I don't usually listen to his whining, so...He calls you a little Dutch boy. Any particular reason for this?

[virucide]

Should I be scared?

Nope, can't say I have the vaguest clue.

[k1ng_nothing]

Possibly.

Tells me you have a god awful haircut.

[virucide]

Feel free to share when you make up your mind.

Nah. Don't see how it could be; I get so many compliments.

[k1ng_nothing]

You won't see it coming.

Like "Dutch boy"?

[virucide]

You so sure about that?

Like "That is some great hair. Can I buy you a drink?"

[k1ng_nothing]

Completely.

Oh, so you're some drunk guy's last resort?