ONE HUNDRED EIGHT

[tehpuck]

Currently, there are a few pressing questions on my mind, like, what was I doing yesterday? Or, why was I doing it? Or, better, why wasn't I doing something more interesting?

And the answers I received-- what it is truly like to torture oneself to the extent of continual stoicism-- hardly compensates for the time wasted

Comments

[cal_sitter]

The neighbors think it would do you good to take a little responsibility for something just this once.

[tehpuck]

The dog, I assure you, is not my responsibility. Really, it's only through the incapabilities of others that it's been handed off to me at all.

[cal_sitter]

Goodfellow, I know you aren't used to doing for others, so I'm going to explain this very simply. You get up, open a door, walk the dog down to the street, and wait while he takes care of his business. If that business involves something people don't want to step in, you use a plastic bag to scoop it up and deposit it in a trash can. I know that's a difficult task, but I have faith in your adaptability.

[tehpuck]

Really, if you're so intent upon the idea, you can do it yourself. Me, personally? I'm going back to bed.

[ooc Oh, hi, keyboard, have we met before? D|]

[cal_sitter]

Catching up on lost opportunities?

[tehpuck]

To sleep uninterrupted? Yes, how did you know.

[cal_sitter]

Take the dog out. You'll lose fifteen minutes at most, and I won't have to force you to clean up at knifepoint later.

[tehpuck]

If you'd honestly threaten me at knifepoint about the sanitary habits of a dog, then you may need a whole lot more advice than I ever did, Niko.

[cal_sitter]

Would you prefer to deal with Ishiah?

[tehpuck]

I don't know, he hasn't threatened to stab me in the last twenty-four hours, has he? Really, when you're doing worse than that idiot for common sense, it's a sad day indeed.