"Not like there's anywhere less interestin' to look at..."
"There's the walls."
"I cannot tilt m' head in the slightest."
"Did you forget how? What a fucking idiot."
"No, because we are literally tied up."
(🤑🤑)
"Uhhhh, why are we tied up again?"
"This was that young chap Poob's idea." (British fatherfucker)
"Oh."
So yeah, me and Mark are tied to chairs! This was Poob's idea of a "mediation session". I was thinking more of a state your name and side of the conflict kind of thing. (Camp Here and There vibes frfr)
Mark kept staring at me. What a.... hm. What a twat... Sure, I guess that works.
".... Walltuh."
"Huh?"
"I was dreading having t' say your name again... ahem, uh, this SLEEPWALKER person is apparently our mediator."
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(My child frfr)
"Okay uh fuck you Wallter hi I'm SLEEPWALKER"
"State names and perspective I guess idk I'm just here so i don't get burnt to a freakin Pringle crisp by Poob you uh Mark_Mannequin you go first. Idk."
"..... I'm sorry?"
"Apology accepted"
This short boy is so confident for an electric guitar player.
"... I'm Mannequin_Mark and if Walltuh didn't drink all that wet concrete we would still be...."
"... Okay your five seconds to say sumthin is up! All right, British man, your turn."
"........ My name is Wallter... and I. Guess if Mark-"
