Sup, everyone. Or rather, whoever's still around, I guess - this place seems pretty dead by the look of the things. Moved onto bigger and better things, huh?
I still got a bag of licorice sticks left over from Halloween and nobody would take them, not even Scabby Scott down the alley next to Dawson's. Actually, he tried to stab me when I asked if he wanted it. Meh.
Anybody want them before they start speaking? I swear they started breeding among themselves, the bag's bulging.
And also. I love my awesome handrest. Who knew props like this came in so useful?