Chapter 3

[sarcasmbender]

I almost forgot:

I have a job now! From now on, I'll be working at the Butcher's, so stop over and visit for any of your meat-related needs.

Marbles, I heard we can live in Section 2 now.

Comments

[unevoked]

...Don't piss yourself in excitement, kid.

[sarcasmbender]

Hey, I'm just happy to have something to do now. And getting paid for it's even better.

[unevoked]

Just make sure to show up and do your damn job. Maybe now we can actually keep the shop going.

Gonna have to fix that cooler, though. It got fucked up somehow in the storm.

good thing he doesn't know about the old employees

[sarcasmbender]

It's probably hard to stay open when you don't have enough staff.

I'll take a look at it, [pause] Mr. Castor. It might just need more ice.

[Thought process: Low tech world -> cooler -> box of ice?]

Oh, this will change. This will change.

[unevoked]

Pretty much. I don't think anyone else knew how to cut meat, either. [And then fucking guard shifts... Fffff.]

...Don't call me that. And the hell do you mean 'needs more ice'? It shorted out when the place had a bit've flooded, dumbass.

[sarcasmbender]

Well, I have to call you something, right?

Shorted out? Hmm. I'll try and figure it out.

[unevoked]

Just "Castor"'s good.

...If you electrocute yourself, I ain't dragging you to medical.