[yo ho yo ho a counselor's life for me?]

[myarrrrm]

[Tonight, you might notice that the cook serving up your soup at the service window is a goddamn cyborg pirate bear. You might also notice that, while the soup looks strikingly similar to Tuesday's, and contains the occasional eyeball, it smells AWESOME. And if you're brave enough to try it, it tastes pretty awesome, too.]

Hmm, mm, mm... ♫

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Comments

[five_ofswords]

Ah. Good evening, Mr Silver.

[myarrrrm]

Evenin', sir!

[five_ofswords]

You're on the cooking shift tonight?

[myarrrrm]

Aye, sir. Jus' doin' me duty.

[leaveittolloyd]

[tempted, but]

What is in this?

[myarrrrm]

Hah! Nothin' t' worry about! Old family recipe, s'all.

[leaveittolloyd]

[still hesitant]

So you're the cook?

[myarrrrm]

One o' many, so don't worry too much, now!

[grown_a_bulge]

[has a large blanket with him and smells a little crispy, but is sitting somewhere with a bowl of soup regardless]

[goddamnbadman]

[staaaaring at you. why did you sit at the table I'm on, I was enjoying my time alone :|]

[grown_a_bulge]

Sometimes you've got to love this place.

[goddamnbadman]

[...nice face]

I haven't felt anything remotely like love for this pathetic excuse of a residence yet. I might let you know if I do. Now if you don't mind, I'm eating.

[...might also be eyeing your bowl, if you're not eating on it]

[youll_sea]

Whoaaaaa, who are you?!

[myarrrrm]

Name o' Long John Silver, lad.

[youll_sea]

YOU ARE SO COOL are you like a robot and a pirate AT THE SAME TIME?!

[myarrrrm]

Aha... Pirate, never, but cyborg -- well, y'can see f'r yourself, plain as day! Hah.

[sod_off_spark]

[is just staring at the recently acquired cup of coffee in her hands. Mainly because AIs don't drink coffee, but she came and got it without thinking.]

Great. I am going mad.

[leaveittolloyd]

Going mad? You should fit right in.

[sod_off_spark]

Excuse me for being uncomfortable about losing my only real possession in the world.

[pouring that coffee down the drain now]

[leaveittolloyd]

I beg your pardon?