[6] - So a dude walks into a dairy...

[fthisgetmecigs]

[ Action | Grocery Store | All ]

[As always, Badou Nails is your ever faithful, cigarette smoking, grocery slave neighborhood grocer. Do you need help carrying shit to your car? Can't reach the items on the shelf? He's the man for you. Also possibly because you had no other choice.]


[ Action | 312 Miller St. | Housemates ]

[After that phonecall between the powers that be here, Badou is calling a not!family meeting. Except for drone wifey who he's locked in the bedroom. He only wants you not!kids to be safe.]


[ Phone | Not filtered because Badou has no friggin' clue]

So anyone else hear that freaky as all hell phone call?

Man, it's like those fuckin' late night horror movies y'watch when yer drunk on the couch. It's always fuckin' revenge of the shit or robot overlords from space.

[There's a pause and possibly a sigh.]

Just dunno what's gonna go down when it hits the fuckin' fan.

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[fthisgetmecigs]

'Course I do. Keep it right next to all the fucks I'd give if I cared.

[Takes a drag of his cig, offering one to Axel.]

Y'mean the whole "We're gonna fuck ya over 'cause we can!" vibe?

[fineinthefire]

Ah! What a great place to keep it!

[He eyes it before shaking his head. He probably better not pick up another bad habit while he was here. He already had a penchant for alcohol.]

Yeah, basically. Starting to get a hang of how to survive it all too. This place is nuts.

[fthisgetmecigs]

Polish it everyday an' shit too.

[And the cigarette goes back into his presumably massive stash under the counter.]

No kiddin'. It's like some god took a massive dump somewhere and all the shit's right here.