Oh, good. Hubris got his fish, Mr. Biner and Steven are going to have some Appleby’s and Kara is going to… No, she’s not getting smoked ribs.
Someone else’s ribs are likely to get smoked now, I bet.
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So, if you found yourself in the woods, thinking you’ve been having an in-depth conversation with raccoons who rode their tricycle into the woods and caught you a fish for dinner…
I mean, I’d hopefully start wondering if I could work out from empirical evidence if I were, in fact, stroking out or hallucinating mightily.
On the other hand, we should hang on to the fever dream… how else are we gonna have a fish to eat?
Paste doesn’t have any preconceived notions about Chaos.
He’s mostly as pleased with it as with Order, or Pandemonium, or Lunacy, or Quiet, or …
I mean, he PREFERS Chaos, he just doesn’t have any preconceived notions about whether it’s bad or good or just IS.
Feel free, if you’re that kind of person, to fix up a D&D sheet for Paste, but I think “Chaotic Neutral” is probably a given.
And send me a copy of that sheet. It’s probably hilarious.
Is there any reason for Raleigh to know Hubris’ name? Really? No, there’s not a REASON… in that it’s not reasonable to thing that Raleigh cares.
And it’s not reasonable to think of him (or her, how would we know?) as Raleigh, ’cause that’s clearly not the sound that was made when Hubris asked.
And… was Hubris really ASKING? That seem weird to you?
Let’s face it. The glitter is not what needed cleaning up.
The leftover crowd that didn’t wanna go home needed cleaning up.
And who better to know how to drive away every single person around her than Dusty?
Or, to be completely fair, who’s gonna stick around when there’s several hundred pounds of glitter to clean up. Honestly, it just doesn’t work that way. Glitter doesn’t ‘clean’. Glitter, by its very nature is the opposite of clean, and therefore cannot be cleaned.
Your best hope is that it doesn’t kill everyone and despoil the environment for a hundred miles in any direction. It’s GLITTER, after all.
Hubris has always been an essentially upbeat guy. All that gloom and doom stuff he was saying was bound to be momentary.
See there? No broken bones and fresh fish! Find the frying pan, and the world is all good again!
Marco and his cohort are so helpful and accommodating!
No reason to leave Hubris’ bike way up in that tree when it could be down there with the guy himself.
That’s simple logic.
Oh, those logical beasts and how they must love to be with Hubris.
There are several ways out of a tree.
This is one.
At least Steven’s foot isn’t being left behind.
There’s always a reason not to go home and let the good times come to a close, right?
