Repeat After Me

Perhaps if we're nice, he'll go away
He'll go away?

Hey there Johnny you really don't fool me
You get away with murder and you think it's funny
You don't give a damn if we live or if we die,
Hey there Johnny boy
I hope you fry!

I don't care what that crap he's drawn all over him s'posed to mean.

He touches my Funyuns, he is a dead man. Elf. Thing.

Least he looks like he's made of meat. Meat that's gone a bit off, yei, greenish hue. But meat anyways.

Can't rightly kill the other one. He's right hard t' stab. Gets all...flinty...when y'poke him too hard.

Honestly. She's got horrific taste in men. 'Cept fer me, o' course.

The guy at the health food store is doing his best to be helpful, and I'm looking at the sugar substitutes (stevia tastes like bark, I swear to god. Bark and lawn clippings). He's rattling off some random nouns, and stops for a second on the subject of agave extract.


"Hey," said Koteth with a grin. "Tequila!"

It's not my thing to accuse others of having a one-track mind.

His mind very clearly has at least two. XD

Which led to Baraka demonstrating that they do, in fact, have facepalms in his culture.

Their meaning is identical. Or close enough for improv.

So, they're talking about the eating of foods. And Leena remarks waspish-fashion along the lines of "liquor down your breathing pipe is BAD." Only, the words don't come out that way, they come out jaggedly sown together by the wrong ends of hunger and fatigue, and with a flutter of hands and something or other about "liquid hole".

Koteth was about bawling, he was laughing so hard at her expense. "Liquid hole? They'd pay money for that shit!"

"As opposed to what?" she snarled.

This gave him pause.

"...I dunno. Uh...String?" Smirking. "Nah. Solid hole."

"Speaking of," said Baraka, glancing at him sidewise, "shut yours or I'll shut it for you."