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[complicatedliar]

[The message comes in from a seemingly unknown device (thank you Delta) with the only name on it as GHIDORAH.]

Well hello, hello, friends and foes, boxers and briefs.

If you'd asked me yesterday if I thought I'd end up on an alien planet with a day that runs longer than Ben Hur, trapped in a spaceship full of stranger's farts flavored with protein paste, I would've told you to stop being an asshole and share those obviously superior drugs you were on. Yet here we all are.

Since I know nobody's busy right now, how about some homework from Uncle Ghidorah?

1) Name the one food you wish you had here most.

2) Explain the plot of your favorite movie/whatever they call entertainment on your shithole planet in exactly seven words.

3) [This space left intentionally blank]

4) Fuck/Marry/Kill (you only get to use people here because otherwise you might as well be tellings us about your imaginary friends)

5) You're the main character in the last book you read. How fucked are you?

Hail to the king, baby.

Comments

[brooklyn_boy]

You remember it well?

[reconstitution]

Not really, but I know enough that I'm pretty sure I did it.

[brooklyn_boy]

Maybe somethings are better left fuzzy.

[reconstitution]

Doesn't really do anybody justice if I conveniently forget.

[brooklyn_boy]

And what are you gonna do with the memories?

[reconstitution]

I don't know, but someone has to carry the burden, and it sure as hell won't be HYDRA.

[brooklyn_boy]

If you're holding all their sins you're gonna break in half.

[reconstitution]

Not all of them. Just the ones that I'm responsible for.

[brooklyn_boy]

You know what I'm gonna say here.

[reconstitution]

I wish you wouldn't.

[brooklyn_boy]

I won't.

The point is to help you out, not try to convince you what I believe.

[reconstitution]

Sorry. Not trying to be defensive.

[brooklyn_boy]

I know you're not. It's alright, I promise.

But I do wanna help you.

[reconstitution]

It's a touchy subject. I'll try to avoid it.

[brooklyn_boy]

For me or you?

[reconstitution]

Both, really.

[brooklyn_boy]

Then, yeah. Let's talk about something else.

Ask the Agrii for scrunchies yet?

[reconstitution]

Not going to ask them for anything.

I know better than that.

[brooklyn_boy]

Honestly the best policy. I wanted a mattress but God knows what I'd end up saddled with.

[reconstitution]

In a word? Bedbugs.

[brooklyn_boy]

Never again.

Bedbugs. Christ, nothing worse than those little mites.

[reconstitution]

Could be worse. It could be freezing.

[brooklyn_boy]

You know you just jinxed us, right?

[reconstitution]

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[brooklyn_boy]

I hate you.