"Thank you for the help serving, pretzel. You're a godsend," she pants, flopping down in a chair. "Geez, you're gone for a day and you miss EVERYTHING..."
Nothing to see here, puny mortals. Move along.
"I’m always going to embarrass myself and I’m pretty comfortable with that now." — Misha Collins
Catch, unable to speak without his head, picks up a whiteboard and writes out: "Can I have my head back? I kinda needed it." He draws a frowny face next to the "it."
Cat, taking pity on her friend's headlessness, passes the desperate Catch a chaclate muffin, made from the essence of the exceedingly rare troll-chaca fruit. She then quickly steals his white-board marker and begins drawing pictures of the Simpsons on the dry-erase board for no apparent reason.
Nothing to see here, puny mortals. Move along.
"I’m always going to embarrass myself and I’m pretty comfortable with that now." — Misha Collins
Catch tosses the troll the chaclate muffin. The troll hops in the air, catches the muffin in his maw, and swallows it down without even chewing. Before he lands, he spits out Catch's head, slobber and stomach bile shooting through the air. Catch instinctively hops away from the half-digested mass, and it lands on the floor, face-first, with an heinous splat. His head skids on the floor for three feet before slowing to a stop, creating a green trail resembling one of a slug's. Catch inches towards his head, but the pungent odor of troll-vomit hits him like a brick wall.
"You know what?" Catch struggles to speak, saliva and vomit acting as a gag over his mouth. "You can keep it, troll."
Where's the waiter!?!?!?!? I WANT MY BEER. A shocklate if you don't mind.
A well-regulated Militia being necessary to the security of a free state, the right of the people to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed ~Second Amendment.
Grinning, Cat ducks behind the counter and resurfaces with a fresh-baked chachlat muffin. After cleaning up a little in the kitchen, she runs out and plops the small plate on ForgottenMemories's table. She then takes a moment to sit down and drink a bit of her own drink.
"Welcome to the Lounge, Mem!" Cat declares happily between sips of her hot chocolate. "Need a drink with your muffin? We have most drinks you can possibly think of, but no alcohol. We just do sim-drinks for stuff like beer."
Nothing to see here, puny mortals. Move along.
"I’m always going to embarrass myself and I’m pretty comfortable with that now." — Misha Collins
For in everything it is no easy task to find the middle ... anyone can get angry—that is easy—or give or spend money; but to do this to the right person, to the right extent, at the right time, with the right motive, and in the right way, that is not for everyone, nor is it easy; wherefore goodness is both rare and laudable and noble. — Aristotle
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