2nd pickle [audio] [December 28th, afternoon]

[picklesplz]

Oi. Is it over?

[Kirin sounds wary, and tired, and possibly hung over.]

Your celebration thing. Are you done being cheery? I mean, can a guy walk out the street without being threatened with poison now? Because I love pickles, you bet I do, but I can't live on only pickles.

I'm not risking another attack on my person, though, just for a trip to a

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[Video]

[ombrasolare]

Poison?

[PERMAVOICE] FOREVER LATE, SORRY!

[picklesplz]

Oh, sorry.

[He's not sorry at all.]

You call them sweets. I call them the road to an early, unpleasant death.

[Video] NO PROBLEM

[ombrasolare]

...that is a side effect of tooth decay I had not heard of before.

[picklesplz]

[Solemnly.]

It's a conspiracy.

[ombrasolare]

Is it? Propagated by who?

[picklesplz]

That den of iniquity that is Death by Pastry!

[ombrasolare]

Well now, that's a bit harsh. It's not as though they're forcing you to buy their goods.

[picklesplz]

Oh, but they are.

[Kirin lowers his voice, as if sharing a secret.]

And when you least expect it? BAM! They've got your soul in their clutches.

[ombrasolare]

Oh my. Perhaps this is something that should be investigated.

[picklesplz]

You definitely should, otherwise you might find yourself owned by them, and not in a particularly nice way.

[ombrasolare]

So do you just avoid all sweets or only this particular store?

[picklesplz]

I avoid poisoning myself.

[ombrasolare]

Probably a wise decision. Most would consider that prudent.

[picklesplz]

[A snort.]

You'd be surprised.

[ombrasolare]

But people have different definitions for poison. [Like his girlfriend]

[picklesplz]

Some things are universal.