Grumbling

[featherynscale]

It seems there is a creature in the walls. A distinct scratching noise is emanating from the wall between the Den of Iniquity and the Hall of Laundry and Entry. The cat is monitoring the situation closely. What the hell do you do about creatures in the walls? I hope it can get itself out, because I can't get it out. Failing that, I hope it is a large bug and not a mouse or a small rat, because I can't get it out, and bugs hardly ever smell when they die. Failing that, I forsee a season of sleeping on the couch.

Bah.

Comments

[greektoomey.livejournal.com]

Heh. I uncovered my penchant for pyromania in Hawaii, Land of Perpetual Humidity.

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

That's the thing - I mean, you really have to be dedicated in a place like that. Only the serious practitioners stay with it.

[greektoomey.livejournal.com]

Can you picture me at age 7, armed with a machete and a book of matches? I knew you could.

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

Hell, I can picture you at age 87 armed with a machete and a book of matches. Some things don't change :-P

[greektoomey.livejournal.com]

You sure know how to sweet-talk a fella. *swoon*

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

I don't, actually. But I hope to figure it out someday. I bet it's a useful skill to have.

[greektoomey.livejournal.com]

I guess I'm not a fella then.

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

I thought you said you were a bot. Or a cephalopod. Or something.

I'm good with bots. My track record with cephalopods contains too few data points to make a generalization.

[greektoomey.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah. I "forgot" - yeah, that's it.

You sure know how to sweet-talk a robotic cephalopod.