[And so, Vash the Stampeding Goose claimed his table. He was basically doing what he did best. By that, I mean he was whoring SO MANY SAUSAGES and plenty of beers. They were so. Just. Floating. And shit. It was kind of neat.
He even tried shaking a beer really hard, popping it open, and spraying it at floating stuff, trying to 'hit the targets'.
Whatever, they could clean afterward. It's a holiday. Time for fun things.]
He's carrying a mop. Is that a... Bell pepper floating around his head? Naw of course not that would be ridiculous. BUT EVEN KYLE HIMSELF DOESN'T GET THIS COSTUME BOB PUT HIM IN... (SECRET: it's Bobby Flay.)]
He even tried shaking a beer really hard, popping it open, and spraying it at floating stuff, trying to 'hit the targets'.
Whatever, they could clean afterward. It's a holiday. Time for fun things.]
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Stupid floating sausages. :| Always in the way.] Wha-?!
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He's carrying a mop. Is that a... Bell pepper floating around his head? Naw of course not that would be ridiculous. BUT EVEN KYLE HIMSELF DOESN'T GET THIS COSTUME BOB PUT HIM IN... (SECRET: it's Bobby Flay.)]
Don't waste good beer. [Here, Goose, have a mop.]
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... was that a pepper floating around his head?]
Heeeeeey, it's a holiday. Can't go bein' a grump on a holiday.
[Except he doesn't want to get fired from retaliation so UM HE JUST TAKES THE MOP ANYWAY.] But I guess I'll clean it up.
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