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one. (VOICE)
[ From the doom and gloom of everyone's existence around here, rolls a voice that's... well okay, not very doom and gloom-y but give him a second. He'll get there. ]
Like one, that on a lonesome road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turned round walks on,
And turns no more his head;
Because he knows, a frightful fiend
Doth close behind him tread.
[ aaaand... a moment of silence. or appreciation. or both. both is good. whichever you'd prefer, because moz just needs a moment to enjoy. or quite possibly brag about this font of information in his brain. now, let's continue. ]
I'm just curious -- no one's actually shot an albatross around here, right? For fun or sport or just to see what might happen if you did, because i'm starting to hope that one of you showed up with some dice. Just, y'know, in case. And by 'in case' I mean every single day. Because those dice might just come in handy when any other frightful friends show up, and that's when i'll be there to remind you.
[ sigh, can you hear him shaking his head? ] I've begun to realize that you'll never run out of stories to tell because of this place, you'll only run out willing ears. The considerable lack of people - [ to use as underground sources ] - to play a game of parcheesi with is starting to become more of a disappointment than I ever thought it could be. What am I supposed to do with my sunday nights now? And if one of you tries to tell me to pick up Go Fish, i'll have you know that I'm only willing to sink so low.
And i've already sunk to the levels of bottom of the barrel three dollar cabernet, which is like licking the floor of a subway tunnel. [ .... er. ] Not that i've ever done that before.
[ well..... ] I might have paid someone else to do it.
But that's not the point. There's only so much boredom one man can stand. Only so many times you can play three-card-monte with yourself before you start getting it on the money. And the payout on that's not so big, if you catch my drift.
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turned round walks on,
And turns no more his head;
Because he knows, a frightful fiend
Doth close behind him tread.
[ aaaand... a moment of silence. or appreciation. or both. both is good. whichever you'd prefer, because moz just needs a moment to enjoy. or quite possibly brag about this font of information in his brain. now, let's continue. ]
I'm just curious -- no one's actually shot an albatross around here, right? For fun or sport or just to see what might happen if you did, because i'm starting to hope that one of you showed up with some dice. Just, y'know, in case. And by 'in case' I mean every single day. Because those dice might just come in handy when any other frightful friends show up, and that's when i'll be there to remind you.
[ sigh, can you hear him shaking his head? ] I've begun to realize that you'll never run out of stories to tell because of this place, you'll only run out willing ears. The considerable lack of people - [ to use as underground sources ] - to play a game of parcheesi with is starting to become more of a disappointment than I ever thought it could be. What am I supposed to do with my sunday nights now? And if one of you tries to tell me to pick up Go Fish, i'll have you know that I'm only willing to sink so low.
And i've already sunk to the levels of bottom of the barrel three dollar cabernet, which is like licking the floor of a subway tunnel. [ .... er. ] Not that i've ever done that before.
[ well..... ] I might have paid someone else to do it.
But that's not the point. There's only so much boredom one man can stand. Only so many times you can play three-card-monte with yourself before you start getting it on the money. And the payout on that's not so big, if you catch my drift.

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Although for the record, I would definitely play Go Try and Find a Bench that Hasn't Been Used by a Hobo. No idea what the space version would be called... Go Try and Find a Hallway That Isn't Creepy, maybe. A high stakes game.
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It still could have been just as eloquently named anything else. Pick a Chip, for all those with an inclination towards snack food.
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I'm totally up for holding a Pick a Chip tournament at the bar sometime, I'm just saying.
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Think we could turn it into an event?
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We could turn just about anything into an event. The real question is, who do we let in on said tourny. There'd have to be qualifications. Standards, you know.
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[ he really doesn't. ]
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[ yoU BUTT. she's not really offended, and it's obvious. but damnit she'll pretend. ]
I don't think we should hold a Pick a Chip tourney at all if you're going to hold out on me this early on.
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First and foremost, it should involve a question regarding hand sanitization. I'm not picking chips with just anyone only to get the world's worst case of the space flu.
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[ which makes her kinda laugh, because that.. sounds like elementary school standards of game play, but really. space flu. ]
And it should be a rule that if you cough or sneeze into your hands, your disqualified. Without question. 'Cause that's gross.
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[ no she doesn't know anything about his family but well it's an important question ]
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