#rabbitheld

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“You know, it didn’t taste as bad as I thought it would.”

He holds the Monty Mix in his mouth. He has eaten a lot of shit in his life, and only half of it edible, but he's struggling with this. His face keeps contorting; he can't get enough moisture in to wet the powder, and where it has sucked the saliva from his tongue, it's turned into a horrible brick of mush that's no easier to swallow than the rest of it. He can't believe she actually ate it. Working his jaw back and forth, he makes a last ditch effort to get it down. Maybe he can swallow it whole, like his cell phone. He goes for it-- then spews green mist across the table, heaving. "AGEUGH-ECK!" For a minute, he continues to gag like a cat, tongue out, pounding his fist against his chest. Then, at last, he licks the inside of his cheek and wheezes, "The taste's not the problem. The taste is great."

[revvnant]

"you're doing this to annoy me."

"I promise I'm not. I was gonna do it either way. Annoying you is a fun bonus." They are almost at the first hour mark, and thus far they've only finished testing five elevators. That's fifty-five minutes of the same music, which Mike seems capable of tuning out, but Vanessa does not. "You're the one who wanted to come. It's not like I twisted your arm." He steps off at the second floor, whistling the tune as he goes. Okay, that part isn't necessary, and he is doing it to annoy her.

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“Every single day there is something to do and I am sick of it.”

"What, you're not having the time of your life... mopping?" Cleaning the appliances behind the counter at El Chip's, to be specific. And the floors beneath them. There's a wonderful, mysterious black gunk that forms on the tiles under the drink machines every four to five days. It requires some intense scrubbing, and they can't use bleach; whatever's in the goo, it becomes hazardous when mixed with most chemicals, which they found out the hard way. Poor Kevin. Well, Michael isn't as tight-fisted when it comes to compensating sick employees as previous managers, so that's something. "Look!" he says. "You've probably just discovered a new species of... uh... I don't know what that is, actually." No need to remind her that, as head of security, she doesn't have to do this.

[revvnant]

what if there was a sister...

what if i located them...

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@rabbitheld​ / deeper down

“You-- super fucking don’t have to come down here with me. You know that, right?” He stops in front of the door, turning to face Ness. His flashlight rests unlit in his hand. Nightmare basement, she’d said. What nightmare basement? he’d asked, already dreading the answer. What kind of company had the money to just be chucking used robots down into some sort of-- sewer pit at the bottom of the building? Not his. Not if he had anything to say about it. But as glad as he was of both company and a guide, he could see the look in his sister’s eyes, the same look she got whenever Gregory was in the room, or one of the animatronics got twitchy. Guilt didn’t really begin to describe it. “I got this. Or we can do it another day.”