shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

-EVERYTHING WE TOUCH DIES-

-oh hey pasta-

Sorry about that.

 

Because...

-Glances at Jame. Glances at TNFL.-

 

hey, uh.

.. hey.

i bet i'm worse at cooking than you are?

 

bc of me

im tellin u im the root of all evil

 

I'M A FUCKING FANTASTIC COOK.

 

The fault lies with me.

 

You told everyone you couldn't cook, silly.

 

...want a bowl of pasta?

 

-Glare. Unamused. Emotionally hurt.-

 

(badly suppressed alarm)

uh, yeah, that was my point. it was supposed to be my point, anyway. i might be worse at talking than i am at cooking and i've never cooked in my life.

 

Clover! I meant other-me. None of us can cook. You can. You cook well.

 

>8|

when did you get here? what are you even trying to accomplish. leave her alone, you're making it worse.

 

i could make a pretentious-ass classpect reference here probably

i could also just ====> DO THE ASSHOLE THING

 

...I broke the sauce.

 

True. I could have done with being distracted a bit less, though.

Alright. Burr would probably find me if I refused.

 

I see there is an infestation of Knorth idiots here today.

 

Perhaps I need to hire assassins again to finish the rest of you off.

 

jar sauce is good ive lived for 14 years off jar sauce

do u want some jar sauce

 

-a small girl arrives. in her teens she is. wearing a lovely silly and overly stiff dress and a mask. she spies a jame. and. another jame. OH. MY. GOD. she squeals. VERY LOUDLY-

 

-Clover teleports the spilled, curdled sauce over Rawneth and ruins her hair and dress.-

-Clover also takes a weepy bite of the mac and cheese. So good. So sad.-