There are only so many lanyards one can make.

[roseate]

I thought the monsters rather punctuated some of the tepidity.
I certainly am not suggesting an eagerness to return our three year interstellar physics lesson, but there has to be a better antidote to summertime malaise than a visit to the New Moore Municipal Fire Station for a scintillating lecture on remembering to change the batteries in your smoke detector.
One child has been left behind today, Principal Dinkerton.
My mind remains nurture-free.

Comments

[fuckincakewake]

i guess but those were just a cuople matches at dirks place the other day
how wuold the firestation dudes know the drones burnt our house down

[roseate]

I think we need to start adding qualifiers to which reality/living space et cetera we're talking about at any given moment.
Why aren't we leaving?

[fuckincakewake]

i asked if we cuold hear the siren
is it loud
will i know wehn it star

[fuckincakewake]

OW

[fuckincakewake]

okay we can fuckign leave now
i hate this place
uniforms be damned

[roseate]

I suggest a tactical retreat near an exit,
And some patience.

[fuckincakewake]

fuck that
im gonan go explain to the fire marshall how hungover i am rn
brb
go talk to the lispy one or something

[roseate]

I think I will.