The last time Scapula were sure BC was sabotaging him, it ended with her leaving and him reeling from a 3-pointer to the nads. Puh-LEEZE tell me he’s not about to repeat that mistake?
Granted, this time she looks really good for it, even if it was unintentional and she just called her beloved cult leader out of concern for their safety but still …
Good points made! We’ll see whether or not Scapula has learned his lesson about making absolutely, positively sure he should burn someone before getting his facts straight (lest he get another boot in the gut).
“It’s in the trees! It’s coming!”. A memorable line from the classic Curse of the Demon.
Hypnausea’s voicemail would normally be about a minute of uncomfortably dirty sounds from various people in the bedroom, but I’ll leave that to your imagination.
Huh. Porn sounds without the music. I would’ve figured the sound of a bong and pill bottles shaking for a bit before hearing “What was I doing? Oh yeah, uh hiiiiiiiiiiiii——-iiiiigh… *BEEP*
To be fair, with Hypnausea, it seems just as likely to be something useful as it does something you wish you could un-hear. Not sure I’d answer either.
I like that old style cellphone, I realise now that smartphones don’t work with gloves on. 🙂
I feel like if universes ever collide, Toxsick and my OH would form some kind of slightly more dangerous, grumpy-dude alliance. Mike’s still got a flip phone and refuses to upgrade (and actively sought out another when the last died), and has a job in developmental chemistry.
I’m not sure if productivity would lower or raise if you double the misery though.
Oh, ffs … Scap, don’t you dare.
The last time Scapula were sure BC was sabotaging him, it ended with her leaving and him reeling from a 3-pointer to the nads. Puh-LEEZE tell me he’s not about to repeat that mistake?
Granted, this time she looks really good for it, even if it was unintentional and she just called her beloved cult leader out of concern for their safety but still …
Good points made! We’ll see whether or not Scapula has learned his lesson about making absolutely, positively sure he should burn someone before getting his facts straight (lest he get another boot in the gut).
Who else gets the feeling Hynausea’s voicemail is going to be “THEY’RE COMING IN THROUGH THE VENTS AND WINDOWS!!!”
“It’s in the trees! It’s coming!”. A memorable line from the classic Curse of the Demon.
Hypnausea’s voicemail would normally be about a minute of uncomfortably dirty sounds from various people in the bedroom, but I’ll leave that to your imagination.
Huh. Porn sounds without the music. I would’ve figured the sound of a bong and pill bottles shaking for a bit before hearing “What was I doing? Oh yeah, uh hiiiiiiiiiiiii——-iiiiigh… *BEEP*
Sounds like the voicemail of 90% of all college students!
To be fair, with Hypnausea, it seems just as likely to be something useful as it does something you wish you could un-hear. Not sure I’d answer either.
I like that old style cellphone, I realise now that smartphones don’t work with gloves on. 🙂
Toxsick is pretty low-tech, as you can tell from his antiquated (and probably useless) gas mask. He only got rid of his rotary phone a week ago.
I feel like if universes ever collide, Toxsick and my OH would form some kind of slightly more dangerous, grumpy-dude alliance. Mike’s still got a flip phone and refuses to upgrade (and actively sought out another when the last died), and has a job in developmental chemistry.
I’m not sure if productivity would lower or raise if you double the misery though.