Post by coppelius on May 14, 2018 20:37:14 GMT
>PM: Use spear to knock on ceiling, alerting roughhouser(s) of your presence.
You started hearing noises that sounded like moans. There are some things you simply cannot permit in YOUR room.
You are once again the Agronomistic Dick. You and this weird pig have just heard someone making knocking noises on the floor.
>AD: Execute COUNTRY SUPLEX
Holy fuck.
It’s a long way down.
>PI: Leave this Bitch
You’ve grown tired of this harridan’s ranting. Her language is vile and she just strikes you as generally unpleasant and rude.
You salute the lady as you exit the room.
You only meant to dump her not lock her in there.
Whoops.
>UH: DON’T play any instruments. You don’t want to make a sound!
You would be remiss if your love of music would make you just blow your cover and freedom like that. But…
The piano tempts you with its keys. It’s visage is welcoming. Like a whore presenting herself to you. Come hither. But you know that you’d get syphilis. Metaphorically in this case. Imagine if you could contract syphilis from playing a piano. Grody!
