Just change the name to my vote (1. New Veruvia) next week, and fly a random flag. If you keep your enemies guessing who you are, they might attack someone else in error. Which would be fun to watch--like fireworks, only with more fire, and maybe louder explosions, and collapsing buildings everywhere. Good. Those things were eyesores anyway.
This is a gender free space. No really, I can’t tell the difference between most of the other customers. Between decaying bodies, ephemeral forms, sentient food items, robotic parts, and Eldritch horrors, I’m sure something as foreign as one of two of the human sexual dimorphisms will make it just fine here.
But look you’re already getting special privileges above us non-paying customers. Ten free minutes?? Do you know what I’d trade for that? I mean, not much, but Brocklandia never gives me coupons.
Hmm let’s see… One for the Cleaner Two for the Shadow Three rhymes with me So I take one with glee And for you, my gratitude Given warmly
Miss Chief, perhaps it’s the fact that most of the other drinks around here contain some sort of toxin or carcinogen and yours appears not to, but I must concur with Zany Zanes and say that this Schnozzlefoam is heavenly. It truly makes me wonder when management will officially promote you from unpaid intern to unpaid bartender.
*the ants begin to group together, and form six distinct groups, and begin forming two leg like shaps, two arm like shaps, a big blob in the center, and on round shape on the top. They each end up attached to each other, and officially form, man ant. They immediately fall apart
We have a stack of them in the meat locker, waiting to be used for whatever recipe, but Cheffy will be rather cross if you try to remove them. Cheffy has access to a lot of knives, really sharp knives, and Cheffy likes to use them.
Are you speaking of Zany Zanes, or the law enforcement personnel who will show up--again!--if you violate the restraining order, or of the hole into which they'll drop your body afterward?
You got the privilege of basking in my company. Well, maybe that's less a "privilege" and more of an "abject horror" or even a "cruel and inhumane form of torture prohibited under the Geneva Convention," but it's still something special just for you.
I can give you ... uh ... this tiny bundle of navel lint. Put it in water and it can be naval lint too. Is that not nifty?
You've kept count? You either have great archivists or an overactive anal-retentive gene. Or could be both, I suppose. Do you keep them catalogued by purpose, date, color, creator, and astrological sign, with descriptions in at least forty languages?--Or are you just half-assing it?
How exciting! I’ll certainly add this to my collection of trophies to hand out at the conclusion of the poetry contest. I’m sure the contestants will be just as ecstatic as me about this gift. 10000 Ants, I have something that can expand your empire into the seas! Or at least that puddle in the center of the room.
Drinks up the rest of their Shnozzlefoam and puts an end to this strange staring contest.
The only thing mysterious about me is why I'm still working here when all my paychecks so far have been "lost in the mail". Latest working theory is hypnosis, but I'm not totally adverse to blackmail or on the run from the law as viable theories.
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