I look at my watch.
"Balls I'm late."
I quickly change into my Seamstresses gear, calling Salt as I do so.
"Yo Salt I gotta go, you know how to get out right? Just follow the red ones."
I hail a taxi and climb inside.
"Listen, Paddy, buddy, you're attractive and a cool guy and all, but really. I'm not a casual sex slash one night stand sort of gal. Maybe if Diamond's cool with open relationships?"
"Lessee, Sigma said to follow the red ones. Maybe dicks on periods? I dunno."
I spit out the burger, then turn to see Trilby carrying a several month old, rotting leg to the burnt out kitched area. "GOOD LUCK WITH THAT FOODPOISINING, ASSHOLE!"
"Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Yes. Nope. Yes. Yes. Yes. Nope."
This continues on for a while.
"When we get back, we should do something boring. Like repaint the mall."
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