Post by loquaciousjester on Aug 3, 2023 8:43:59 GMT
As tempting as the idea may be, you figure jumping out the window would kill you and is therefore, not a good plan. Rather, you decide to approach the crop section. You could go for a little snack today. As luck would have it, your pumpkin crop seems to have grown spectacularly. You captchalogue a singular pumpkin.
Post by loquaciousjester on Aug 3, 2023 19:17:10 GMT
You wonder if you could just... just put it in there. It would be really, really funny. Besides, it's not like you're going to get into any fights any time soon. Allocating the Pumpkin to your strife deck, you are now endowed with PUMPKINKIND. Huzzah. Now you are one half of the Green Goblin. You have the pumpkin, but not the bombs.
Post by loquaciousjester on Aug 3, 2023 20:06:20 GMT
Silly Blair. Why would you have explosives in a corporate building? Chef Boyardee only incorporates the finest vegetables into their canned foodstuffs, not explosives! Though, to be fair, you will say your grandad kinda screwed up by including pumpkins in his more recent foodstuffs. Maybe they shouldn't branch out too far from the Italian angle. Suppose you'll have to bring it up with Grandpa the next time he's here.
You decide to go check on your basil while you wait! It smells really good, today.
Post by loquaciousjester on Aug 3, 2023 20:13:14 GMT
Rising from your garden, you turn to the exit, and hop back into the elevator! There are 108 floors to choose from, the top floor being your "room" as it were. The very bottom being the actual lobby--consistently guarded by Boyardee security. They won't exactly let you out due to some incidents that happened in the past, which you guess is fair. Instead, you have a multitude of places to choose from as you wait the 20 more minutes till everyone is prepared. Where to go, though? You suppose you could randomly tap any button here...
Post by loquaciousjester on Aug 3, 2023 20:32:41 GMT
You open your phone to take a look.
gracefulViolinist, outrageousZoologist, quantumGourmet, jitteryEvangelist, neuroticPresident, and franticWestern are already online. OZ just dipped. Just who else could you pester? The elevator whirs as you finally reach floor 69. The "library," as your grandfather calls it. Stepping out onto the plush red carpet, you look over the vast sea of machinery and cooking products, ingredient scrolls, blueprints--modern cooking at it's finest. You remember endless hours spent in here before you finally told him you wanted to be a musician. Not a good time.
