Where There's Smoke

October 29, 2020 - Page 22

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<June> Hey... Wingus. Uh, I've been meaning to tell you... I'm a catgirl.

<Wingus> i literally already knew that

<Wingus> do you think this is some kind of big reveal

<June> Also, there's food. We have bread.

<Wingus> oh fucking about finally time! gimme

<Wingus> give me the food or ill eat the noodle off tooligans neck

<Tooligan> DON'T PULL THE YELLOW STRING. JUNE HAS INFINITE BREAD.

<Wingus> bread as in money? or bread as in loaf

June conjures 512 loaves of bread.

<Funguy> that's amazing!

<Wingus> what the fuck

<Wingus> don't worry funguy i can cut off the crust for you ;)

<Funguy> fuck you.

<Wingus> first slice boys

<Funguy> jesus, man. your knife is covered in blood and you're just going to cut your food with it?

<Wingus> germs arent real dumbass. have fun biting into the loaf

<Funguy> god.

<Tooligan> THIS BREAD IS VERY SWEET. THANK FUCK WE DIDN'T SETTLE FOR THAT PURPLE SHIT.

<Funguy> yeah. who knows what eating it could have done to us.

<Tooligan> IT MAKES YOU TELEPORT

<Funguy> what?!

<Tooligan> IT MAKES YOU TELEPORT

<Wingus> wait

<Wingus> if eating chorus teleports us then why dont we teleport the fuck outta here

<Wingus> why are we still here

<June> Wow, I didn't even think of that! We can get back to the city if we just teleport!

<Wingus> waiwaiwaiwaiwait hold the phoned

<Wingus> ive heard nothing but bitching about the city being oh so bad with the papermen being evil dictators or whatever

<Wingus> why do u suddenly want to go back

<Tooligan> WHAT GOOD OF REVOLUTIONARIES ARE WE IF WE JUST TALK ABOUT REVOLTING RATHER THAN ACTUALLY DOING IT

<Wingus> ahh so we can get some crime going eh

<Tooligan> YEAH, SURE. <--- SARCASM

<Wingus> well count me involved

<Wingus> im sure theres a plenty of gold to be made in this "The City" i keep hearing about

<June> The city is ruled by money, you got that right...

<Tooligan> FIRST AND FOREMOST. WE'RE TELEPORTING, RIGHT? BY EATING THAT PURPLE SHIT

<June> Yep.

<June> We won't eat enough to turn purple. Just enough to warp us back to the safehouse.

<Wingus> i bet funguy would like being purple

<Funguy> huh?

<Wingus> wake up sleepy bones we're turning you purple

<Funguy> what? the fuck?

<Wingus> well pink skies arent funny so see yall on the other side

<June> Wait!

<Tooligan> GOD DAMN IT DUDE

<June> I hope we can find him...

<June> Well, there's not much choice.

<Tooligan> HASTA LA PASTA, WEED FIELDS.

<P-Man> Secure the bag, Mr. Piermario.

<P-Man> Secure the bag.

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