"Mistress, shouldn't I... learn another spell at some point?"

"No. Trust me, Fern, just keep binding all your keys to Zoltraak & rolling your face across the keyboard."

"... Yes, Mistress."

Machinegun Fern is amazing

lol, called it.

America is a rather thinner, rockier soil to grow such dark harvests, and would require a much more patient farmer to bring to fruit.

And these guys ain't patient farmers.

One ill turn deserves another.

And you're at best cheering on violence, or worse yet attempting entrapment.

Fuck all the way off.

I get the feeling David might not long appreciate my referencing his work like this.

But here's a parting photo of our time together, m'love:

You first, you fucking wannabe bomb-chucker.

Like this kind of "we've gotta go kinetic, m'comrades" shit?

Incredibly sus.
Fedposting.

bsky.app/profile/dmos...

Sadly, his childhood Encyclopedia Brittanica set didn't come with the letter L.

"Hey Zeke, does this burrito taste like... bitter almonds to you?"

<bite> "... yeah. Bitter almonds, and...
<second bite> "... and just a soupçon of... Essence D'raino"

So, to save us both time, I’ll issue a universal response to your “inquiries.” Yes, my head looks like one of the Blockheads from Gumby. Yes, my brain is made out of mush peas. Yes, I did hunt-&-peck type this because 10 fingers is confusing.

Thanks & have a great weekend,

Dong Bongo