My Horror Let Me Show You It

[theemdash]

It was muggy this morning as I walked down the ramp to the parking garage. So muggy and overcast that it almost combined to form a mist. The light flickered overhead like a power outage threatening in a storm. An alarm, constant from a truck, trill-beeped like an eerie omen. "The zombies are loose," it seemed to say, but that would be

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[momebie]

D:

Dude. That's terrifying! No coke. Gyah.

[theemdash]

I KNOW!

It gets worse, actually. I went down and the vending machine for the 20oz Cokes wasn't vending! And then I went back to the cashier to plead and apparently they don't have the key to the padlock. D: I got a can, but still! A can will only last me the morning! Oh noes!

[momebie]

Dude. >.> How did they lose the key to the coke fridge? Patrick is confused and annoyed by this turn of events.

[theemdash]

Some dude took it home. He's bringing it back, but still:

FAIL, CAFETERIA, FAIL!

[momebie]

He's bringing it back POST HASTE, correct? We should revolt. No coke is the final straw. :p

[theemdash]

Dude. EXCUSE TO GO HOME! :D

[momebie]

TAKE ME WITH YOU! *clings*

[theemdash]

I WILL! *clings back*