cracky spam for Mr Donowtiz and the cannibal butcher/barber.

[453gof_flesh]

[Clapet was pleased to have a job to do, as he'd been bored. Very, very bored. Not that he was going to admit this to his warden, oh no. He'd much prefer to be butchering, and much prefer to be getting something back for his labour, but... this was filling the time

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[actuallyagolem]

[Donny thought there was something familiar to all of this makeshift barbershop thing, but then maybe he was just glad there was another guy wearing woolen trousers around.

He was cleaning off his sheers and razors, making sure to keep them real close by because he just didn't trust his inmate yet.]

Hey. The rug is not the fahkin' gahbidge can.

[453gof_flesh]

[Clapet was still getting used to Donny's accent and had to give him a double take before getting what was going on there. He held his hands up innocently,]

It's not exactly the nicest rug in the world. Nobody'll notice. It'll give it some bounce.

[actuallyagolem]

[Donny didn't even turn around.] Na-ah. Na-ah. That's not how we do. Clean up the stuff right; we leave this place how we found it.

[453gof_flesh]

[Clapet took one look at the rug, then made a point of jumping on it to prove a point,] See, looks just like it used to.