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[nocturnemission]

[Somewhere NOT in the middle of a cornfield, there is a desk with a "FREE ADVICE (tips appreciated)" sign taped to it. Behind the desk, a man with a mullet is sitting back and playing sitar.]

Come get your free advice! I guarantee it'll be great!

Comments

[slashing_canon]

Wait so... are you giving advice or asking for it?

[nocturnemission]

Giving it, but i don't mind taking some, too.

[slashing_canon]

[to himself, mostly]

...Maybe I'm just not reading it right...

[nocturnemission]

So, did you want some advice, or were you here to give it?

[autovajin]

What kind of advice?

[nocturnemission]

Whatever kind, as long as your question isn't super hard. I've been getting some weird ones.

[autovajin]

Like what?

[nocturnemission]

Like about how to get out of hell... and Camp.

[byakuran]

And here I thought I was the one to give advice.

[nocturnemission]

Looks like I caught you slacking, then!

[byakuran]

How bold.

[nocturnemission]

If you say so.

[outofherwell]

Ah...? Advice?

[nocturnemission]

Yep! You have any burning questions?

[outofherwell]

Burning... burning... What kind of questions would be burning ones?

[nocturnemission]

I don't know, you tell me.

[blaxesabbath]

Sitar, huh? That's pretty 60s of you. Ever think about amping that baby up?

[nocturnemission]

Whatever, man. My Arpeggio's as amped up as she needs to be.

[blaxesabbath]

Oh yeah?

I dunno about that, man. If she ain't as amped up as she can be, she ain't where she needs to be.

[nocturnemission]

Nah, man she's just right. I don't need all sorts of extra crap to make me sound good.