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[peonymarket]

[Guess who got sprayed with the hydrochloric acid? That's right, THIS GUY. Housemates, he's currently only wearing pants and tending to some very nasty burns on his arms and chest, the phone balanced in the crook of his neck; he wasn't quick enough in ripping off his shirt before the stuff bled through.]

Very amusing, Mayfield. Your jokes just get

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[scentofbauhinia]

What happened?

[amazingly, he has not touched the food yet]

[peonymarket]

Don't touch the fowl. It's a trap.

[an annoyed grumble and the sound of running water; he's applying cold compresses.]

[scentofbauhinia]

What was wrong with it?

...Wai teacher. D'you need help? [hasn't attempted to leave the house yet either]

[peonymarket]

When I touched mine, the contact triggered a spray of some kind of poison. But perhaps the effects will vary....

I am fine. More importantly, it seems as if no one can leave their homes for the time being.

[scentofbauhinia]

Oh. Hadn't tried to leave yet. [he's been erm... 'busy']

But if you say you saw a white car it sounds as if the milkman's been round.

[peonymarket]

The same Milkman who poisons his deliveries? Then that would explain this...

[scentofbauhinia]

Yeah, that's the one.

Razorblades and spiders seem to be his specialty as well.

[peonymarket]

Hmph.

And we are actually expected to eat this swill.