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Post by Laguna on Jan 19, 2024 15:03:42 GMT 9
Laguna couldn't help but just laugh as Orion scared away a horde of bugs, only to immediately summon another with the fridge. "You know?" She'd flip down atop a rock, attempting to scan her image to see if she could even see the Delibird within it. Was he even in the image? Maybe if she was a Jeweler and unlocked that microscopic sight, she'd be able to see. "I think you're just cursed, Orion. Genuinely. I feel like they're gonna follow you, even in Ostelia. Maybe you should catch one, make peace."
She'd laugh, only to hear a loud, echoing sound come from the distance. It was a deep cry, but it sounded so oddly familiar despite being so low pitched. Immediately, she shut up and went silent. What the hell was that?
Silently motioning for her friends to follow along, she'd pull out another tool in her Bird Finder arsenal. It was a directional microphone! That, looked like it was put together with the budget of an elementary school science fair. Still, she couldn't complain when she bought it back in Briarbane, it was better than absolutely nothing. Honestly, it looked more at home in some wacky Saturday cartoon ghost hunters kit.
The loud sound echoed again, picking up on Laguna's microphone as she recorded it. Perhaps it was unrelated, but these little events seemed to always tie everything together somehow. It was pretty rare that she'd join a quest or an event, only for something entirely unrelated to happen. If every quest dragged you into another quest, never letting you finish the one you were on, that would be pretty bad game design!
Suddenly grinning wide, she laughed quietly to herself and motioned with her friends. "It's coming from this way! You ever hear a Delibird cry like that before? It's gotta be them! What else could it even be?"
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Post by Cypress on Jan 19, 2024 15:23:45 GMT 9
A small huff of determination escaped Cypress as she continued her wanderings about the town - while her recording with Mom may have not given her any good results, it did however, spark a desire to find. this. bird.
Now. Who else could (potentially) know about this bird?
The wolf hybrid's eyes would drift to a city guard, trotting about on his Mudsdale and doing his daily rounds. Perhaps he could lead her in the direction of this elusive cryptid? Since he's going about on rounds, he could have seen something!
So, steeling her nerves, she would approach. "Excuse me, officer?"
The Draft Horse Pokemon slowed to a stop as the man looked down at her. "Yes, ma'am?"
Giving her best XMart smile - the best she could, anyhow - "I'm so sorry for bothering you, but I'm currently in the process of working on a project, and I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions?"
The man would appear to think about the request for a moment, before giving a tight nod. "Ask away."
"Thank you very much," she'd begin, taking out the tape recorder. "Now - have you heard about a red and white bird anywhere?"
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"...A red and white bird that is said to leave presents? I do believe I've heard of such a creature - I think I heard about it somewhere around the town square? Though I could be wrong..."
With this new tidbit of potential information (and a customer service style thank you), Cypress would be once again on her way in an effort to find the elusive bird.
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Big Bee
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Bandana Guy
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Post by Big Bee on Jan 19, 2024 22:55:40 GMT 9
The group followed Laguna's recorded sound, but to no avail. Big Bee checked his watch. "I think we need to switch things up. Orion was on the right track with the cooler, we just need more coolers." Big Bee's smile grew maniacally, as his plan unfolded like a pair of tie-dye parachute pants. "And where are there always plenty of coolers?"
"The beach."
A short ferry ride later, and they were standing on a packed, sizzling beach. The players had turned out in droves to relax on Beta Coastline, and there were more icy appliances than a Dragon Ball Z villain reunion. "Yes. YES." Bee rubbed his hands together. "This is it. The mother lode. Laguna, you take the close end of the beach, I'll head over there, and orioncayge you take all the coolers filled with bugs. See you back here in 15. And go!"
He rushed off, flip-flops padding through the sand, in search of evidence.
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Cypress
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Post by Cypress on Jan 20, 2024 0:04:39 GMT 9
Walking about the square, trusty recorder in hand, Cypress had a purpose this fine hour; that was, to get more information about this bird. And with so many people walking around now, it seemed like an almost daunting task.
Still, she wasn't lone wolfing this for nothing. If anything, the officer's tip could be helpful - someone around this area should potentially know more about this bird.
So, starting with the first person that caught her attention - a man holding a leather bag - she would walk over to him and ask using the best cashier voice she could manage:
"Hello - I'm currently in the process of completing a project and I was wondering if I could ask you some questions?"
The man stopped his walk and appeared to think, before nodding.
"Wonderful! Now, the first question is 'have you seen a red and white bird anywhere?'"
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"A red and white bird? I don't know much about it, but I think one of my co-workers could have seen it? I know they're around here somewhere."
"All right, thanks again!"
"There's no problem - I hope you find what you're looking for!"
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Post by Cypress on Jan 23, 2024 5:47:18 GMT 9
Finally, finally, Cypress had a bit more of a lead. Someone who could at least tell her about this bird - and from what the man said about the co-worker being 'somewhere', that meant they had to be around here...potentially.
And there they were.
A caroller, walking to and through, preparing to leave the square for yet another song to sing to others. Perhaps this was the co-worker? They didn't give a description, so - here was hoping!
With a slow, deep breath for luck and nerves alike, Cypress would approach the caroller with a friendly smile and wave of greeting.
"Oh, hello there! Are you here to listen to me sing - if so, you're quite late, I'm just about to make my way to another house."
"No, that's all right - I'm just working on a project, and I was wondering if I could ask you some questions?" Her tail was slightly moving to and through.
"Questions? Sure, ask away!"
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"A red and white bird? Delivering presents?! Oh, I've heard of this!..."
And so, the caroller explained what they had heard from another friend, who heard it from another friend, and so on, with Cypress listening intently.
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Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
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Player Name: Himura Atsushi
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Post by Kazuki on Jan 23, 2024 13:01:40 GMT 9
#s://file~garden/ZaK2lRFYS2j2rOBq/yan%20qing/hooftodafacebitch~png Over the commotion of Christmas Crimes, Kazuki could hear ozone yelling for him, but he knew better than to expect bail—these hoes were not loyal, and the last thing he needed was to be brought to a stockade so these guys can doodle dicks on his face. He knows they will. He can feel it.
The only option was to not get arrested (again). The bright side with causing a public free-for-all was that most of the casualties manifested by themselves, and after suplexing the last draft horse, he was left with enough time to vault over the unconscious bodies and rethink his strategy.
“You’re fucking kidding me!” he growled, seeing the mountain of fresh gifts under ozone and 『Red Velvet』's fake Christmas tree. The damn thing was teeming with evidence—bright red feathers included. “Early bird gets the worm, my ass.” He did not understand why Santa Birdie would heed their call and leave him with coal. He had done nothing wrong. His Orthworm was still crucified to the scene of the crime, languidly munching through its restraints.
Mimicry was the sincerest form of flattery, so Kazuki refused to make his own tree. But he could try and lure it out with something else. Something shinier.
Fast forward about a half hour later, the man was decking the town hall with fake Swarovski.
(The little bell of the now-rebuilt and refurbished antique store rang.
“Welcome! How may I—YOU! How dare you show your face back here! You should be serving a life sentence for every gnomish casualty I had! Leave, you brute! You bastard! You hooli—is that a hoof print?”)
By the time he’s done, the place was shiny enough that you could see the entire crime scene from miles away. Didn’t look that bad either; kitschy, but if the bird was anything like his ex (and he’s fairly sure the IQs are on par), it should be within sniping distance any moment now.
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ozone
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Post by ozone on Jan 25, 2024 0:22:00 GMT 9
"Oh damn, it actually worked." Oz finds himself muttering in casual disbelief, a soft chuckle escaping his lips at the sight of the many many gifts. That's Pokémon logic for you: a Christmas tree needs gifts under it, that's just how it goes. But, is a bunch of gifts enough evidence? He could get accused of planting them himself. 『Red Velvet』 seems to realise as much too, because his friend soon appears with the obvious and simple solution. So, they're planting evidence now. You know what? Why the fuck not."Good call, Red, and thanks for the help, Tango." But, while Oz is busy giving Red Velvet an approving patpat on the head and then even busier scratching the chin of his fucking adorable Torchic, Kazuki is putting another plan of his own in motion. A shiny new plan, if you will. Of course! How hadn't Oz thought of that one himself?! "Nice one, Kaz! Birds love shiny shit." There's no sarcasm there whatsoever; it's like Oz had totally forgotten that this was supposed to be a competition between them. Hell, Kaz's actions even go as far as inspiring him, and it's then that he smirks at Red Velvet. "You know what Dovah loves even more than shiny shit, though?... I'll be right back, keep an eye on Tango."And, with his destructive-pain-in-the-ass-but-ultimately-treasured-and-beloved Monk Parakeet in mind, off goes Oz, returning twelve minutes later while carrying a sack over his shoulder. A sack of bird feed. Borrowed (without asking), obviously."'Right, check this shit out. Delibird may be some kind of weird penguin or whatever, but all birds fuckin' love themselves some bird feed, yeah? I'll scatter these, keep an eye on the Delibird in case it shows. And yeah, Tango, 'course you can have some seeds too, bud."Such is Oz's plan, and in accordance to it, bird feed is scattered to go along with Kaz's oh so shiny crystals. A gaudy scene? Absolutely, but birds often love themselves some gaudy. However, as Oz is quick to realise a moment later, he had severely underestimated the sheer amount of — ambient, non-catchable — Pidove that inhabit this settlement... Good thing that that's not exactly a problem to a true bird lover. "Ha! Shit, I'm like that pigeon lady from Home Alone."K4Ot1e6t1-20
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Post by orioncayge on Jan 25, 2024 6:59:13 GMT 9
BZZZT BOOM
This was getting outrageous, unfair really. Orion opened another one of those overdesigned Yeti coolers and another fistful of Yanmas rushed out only to get fistfuls of fury delivered freshly into their fucking faces. It was like playing Russian roulette with a fucking semi auto, every one of these coolers was filled with god damn bugs. Orion was half tempted to fill out a bug report, but he could practically hear Bee cackling in whatever techbro office he was laying in playing the game. This was obviously some prank, a running in joke set up with the programming team and his conspiratorial best friend. Either that or god truly hated Orion, or would that be Arceus? Who fuckin knows man.
Anyways.
The beach affair had been a bit of a bitch, though Orion had managed to find some incredible Deli Clues, some more than others. That or the sun and dehydration were beginning to get to him. He was seeing the fucking bird everywhere, in the smoke of the boats, as vague patterns in their sunburn, he even swore he saw the tufts of the things head feathers poking out of the water like a shark. He would take a break, nabbing an ice cream from one of the local stands and walking off. The beach sure was busy today, even more chaotic than ever. It was like a clusterfuck of people all doing all sorts of zany bullshit, he even swore he'd seen some schmuck running around in a suit of armor?
That had to be hot.
Licking on his chocolate he would comb over his notes and some of his photos he's managed to snap, looking things over. The beach hadn't really been too terribly a bust, he'd managed to find like...at least six possible Bird sightings. That had to be something, right?
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『Red Velvet』
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Post by 『Red Velvet』 on Jan 25, 2024 11:15:29 GMT 9
Maybe it was the paint fumes, maybe it was because dinner hadn't happened yet, but Red Vel was getting a headache, and blocked Dingus and Dongus out of view. He surveyed what was happening. It was a good start- the tree, the gifts, the feathers, the... crucifixion. He rolled his eyes. He needed to do something to get the bird here... or something close enough.
... closer than a thousand pidove.
He rummaged through ozone's bag again, pulling out more cans of spray paint, heading over to the nearest wall. Which was decorated by... glass, or something. Fake crystals.
Was Kazuki sane? Who really knew.
But, Red Velvet didn't care0 He squared his shoulders, and began to draw.
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Kazuki
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Post by Kazuki on Jan 25, 2024 20:29:18 GMT 9
#s://file~garden/ZaK2lRFYS2j2rOBq/yan%20qing/hooftodafacebitch~png His crystal bullshit had worked. Amazingly, something red and white appeared to sneak between the decked out halls, and much like a starving bloodhound, Kazuki was quick to pounce.
For a critter so small, the damn thing put up a fight. Kazuki cursed, contending with something as formidable as a sudsy bar of soap, trying to grapple the bird into submission. He’s about halfway into capturing it between a bicep when all hell broke loose.
And by hell, it was pigeons.
They descended upon him as if he were tourist sidewalk fries.
“What the fuck!” he hissed, swatting at the pests and failing because big meaty claws are not tailored for hitting flighty creatures. By the time he’s managed to peel the flock from his eyeballs, his prize had already made off—leaving only a hunk of feathers and bird seed in his hands.
He’s about to throw in the towel and come after ozone and the distracted 『Red Velvet』 when a bystander caught his attention. The stranger paused from their rapt capturing of current events, a camera around their neck, dressed in a fashion that screamed ‘This is going on my Birdemic grad film’.
Kazuki turned, and began making his way towards them.
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Post by ozone on Jan 25, 2024 22:45:30 GMT 9
Today we learned that Pidove are chonky. Like, a solid two kilos per birb, which when covered in over a dozen of then, adds up to... well, a fuckton. With that in mind, you'd think Oz would be more bothered. "You guys are so fucking cute. Ow, little dude, don't peck my arm, the hell?" He laughs, but see, the thing is, while Pidove are indeed really fucking cute there will always be time for him to catch one later (and he will, because they're good birbs). Delibird, on the other hand? This might be his only chance! Does it occur to him that he likely won't be able to catch it because it's not one of this area's listed spawns? Nope. Not at all. And so it is that, while cooing at the Pidove that are all too eager to coo right back, Oz's sky blue eyes scan his surroundings, searching and searching and searching, until—... "Tango! On your right!"He steps forward, and the moment he does, the birds scatter in a fluttering cacophony, creating quite the commotion in the area. Oz ignores them, though. Eyes on the prize. The red blur dashes past, and with quick steps of stubby legs, a Torchic follows as best he can. A Pokéball is thrown, and be it by act of RNG, miracle, or a remnant of Oz's short-lived middle school baseball career, it soundly hits the blur right on its fluffy head. It stops. A blur no more. The pokéball rolls on the pavement, empty. "...The fuck..." Oz mutters, stopping right on his tracks as well. The former-blur looks dazed, potentially concussed, and the red coat that covers its white fur is now lopsided. It's a Furfrou. "Yo... I think someone lost their dog..."Wait, where did 『Red Velvet』 and Kazuki go? Did they find the Delibird without him?! Aw, man! Too bad he's now stuck trying to find the owner of this dog, totally not because he feels guilty or anything, of course! fawdFVB61-20
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Big Bee
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Bandana Guy
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Post by Big Bee on Jan 26, 2024 0:05:32 GMT 9
Bee's search had been as fruitless as a trip to Burger King. But as he put his own pictures next to Orion's and spread the group's photos out across the picnic table, a vibe began to emerge. "Wait a minute," he said, shuffling some of the images around.
The hasty snaps taken by itchy trigger fingers had now became but a single facet of the work. Some pictures were blurred, some out of focus, some were tilted strangely or seemed to be photographing nothing at all. One had been taken with a thick finger over the lens.
Viewed in isolation, their collection of 'evidence' was sketchy, downright dodgy at best, but mixed together the heap of drivel became a collage of curiosity. The silent tale of a chase to capture the illusive, the ephemeral. "Wait a second," Bee said, his words tumbling out with shock "this isn't garbage at all. This is genius!" Viewed as one body of work they had a veritable goldmine of evidence!
Somehow, by putting a bunch of crap in close proximity they had created something far greater than the sum of its parts. Like a banana split, or the Beatles.
"This one is pretty good," Bee said, pointing to the pic of the clouds. "But this one is fantastic!" He picked up the picture, one of a weird bird head sticking out of an ice-cream machine. It looked cartoonish, almost like it was a plastic mascot simply stuck to the cart. "So good! Man we should get ice cream after this."
Then he spotted it. The mother-lode. The most perfect and irrefutable piece of evidence. It wasn't the picture of a weird patch of sea foam, or a bird pattern on some guy's swimming shorts.
No.
It was the very mild outline of a bird on the summer jacket of a beach-goer clearly suffering from some sort of temperature regulation disorder.
"Orion..." Bee said slowly, as he held aloft the image. "This is a masterpiece!" It was almost like a magic eye picture. You had to squint and tilt your head and kind of squeeze the image into being through willpower. Was his coat just dirty? Had he been baking earlier and simply dropped a small amount of flour? Who was the say! Certainly not Bee, Blue, and Brorion! They would need to leave it up to the experts.
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『Red Velvet』
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Post by 『Red Velvet』 on Jan 26, 2024 2:42:09 GMT 9
Red Vel ignored whatever was happening behind him- a lot of squawking, and barking, and swearing. Kazuki had likely caused a problem, and ozone probably had a bunch of birds around him. (Yeah, Bria was basically a fucking seer. She had mystical powers called… she knew what people were like)
He offered a glance back, seeing Kaz covered in feathers and… millet? The hell? And Oz was stumbling off with a furfrou. What had happened back there, actually? Why was there a dog?
But- Red Vel had to focus. He had a delibird to fake, after all. Thankfully, delibird were simple in appearance. Round red body. Flappy wings. Scruffy white eyebrows and beard. Tummy button. Way too much eyeliner.
After a bit more spray paint, Red Vel stepped back, eyeing his work. It was... a damn good delibird.
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Laguna
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Post by Laguna on Jan 27, 2024 13:58:32 GMT 9
Laguna had been so sure that the microphone would at least turn up something useful! But it turned out to be a whole fat load of nothing. They had wandered around for so long, and eager for a break had absolutely no qualms about a beach break. What she didn't expect was there to be so many people at the Beta Coastline! It was absurd! She just laughed, summoning one of her Pokémon with a flick of the wrist.
Her Wishiwashi suddenly formed, swimming around her head. Cowardly and timid, the Pokémon whimpered for a second. "W-why are there so many people?"
"I think, they're just enjoying the beach?" Laguna replied, admittedly a bit unsure. "Try and be brave for me dear, we got a bird to find, okay? Can you summon your friends? We need many, many eyes searching."
"... To find a bird?"
"Yes, a little santa-looking bird."
"What's umm, Santa?"
"I-" Laguna paused, having no idea how to explain this. "He's red and white, and has this big tail that opens like a sack, that he has food inside."
"S-sounds terrifying! I don't wanna be in the food sack! Waaah-" They immediately began to cry, tears dripping even as Laguna affectionately patted them. Sure enough, it didn't take long for the school to respond to their tears, swimming in between everyone's legs as they formed.
"We shall find this Santa! And we shall EAT IT before it EATS US!" The school shouts all in unison, swimming across the beach as it scouts out. Laguna just lets out a long, dramatic sigh, only to chuckle to herself. She supposed if they came back with a Delibird fainted, that would be evidence.
But it did kind of feel like, shooting and killing Bigfoot. But, what else would you do if you found Bigfoot? Keep him in a cage? Was it inhumane to do that to Bigfoot?
She searched for a while, coming up pretty empty handed. Any possible footprints were covered by everyone moving about, or the ocean waves. Nobody was willing to let her search inside their coolers, asides from a few strange people. In the end, she just wandered back to find Bee and Orion, laughing all the while. "I can't find nothing. You guys get any good pictures? Because I didn't-"
"RAAAGH! We almost had him!" Suddenly the Demon of the Seas returns, to the stunned silence of Laguna who wasn't really expecting them to find one, and attempt to attack.
"Wh-what? Really? You found one!"
"Yes!" They exclaim in unison, all in total annoyance as they spit out a few red and white feathers. "We bite him, and we were happy. And then we taste something nasty, and spit it back out!" The whole school collectively shuddered as Laguna slowly began to kneel, picking up a few of the feathers. "The Santa will not return! We scared him good!"
Did they really find a Delibird? Was it just someone wearing a red and white jacket? Honestly, at this point, she had absolutely no idea. But maybe the feathers would be uesful to the BFC? Maybe they would believe it to be a Delibird feathers, even if they weren't? Did she feel bad about that?
Not entirely, they did seem a little bit crazy to begin with.
She reached up, patting their side slowly, brushing her hand down. "You guys did good, thank you my dears."
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Post by orioncayge on Jan 27, 2024 17:25:05 GMT 9
"Okay gang, we need to regroup and go over the findings." Orion would declare as Blue and Bee touched base with him once more. Team BBB as he'd dubbed them (Blue, BEE and Brorion) had gathered a bunch of evidence, blurry photos, distant shots, feathers, but none of that meant a damn if they couldn't connect the god damn dots. All of these points of data NEEDED to be arranged in some sort of coherent and perfectly understandable presentation. So, the trio spirited themselves away to the one true bastion of any great scholar, a holy chamber where any and every great intellectual thesis was to be born.
MOM's Kitchen.
Commandeering the space had been easy once Orion had explained he was constructing a beautiful minds style conspiracy board. MOM had even gone the extra mile to wheel out an extra corkboard, red string, and a bowl of doritos for her favorite children. "Remember kids, the government has released classified documents saying they've done horrific things to people and suffered zero consequences for their actions. What reason have they ever had to stop or reform their actions?"
"Thanks Ma." Orion would call out as she left. "Don't worry I won't let the alphabet boys get me."
With that they were off to the races, photo after photo went onto the corkboard via pushpins as Orion arranged the photos in a way that seemingly made sense to him and him alone. Next came a barrage of notes attached to each, some scrawled on notebook paper, sticky notes, or torn out pages of "Birdwatchers Bi-weekly." Some of them were vaguely coherent, some of them were flat out just nonsense. Clearly the psuedo summer sun had simmered his synapses, surrendering him to sunsickness. One whole branch had devolved into a rant about the evils of gerrymandering and how tableside guacamole was a rouse created by big avocado to sell you more avocados.
Hrrrm.
But like a broken clock, Orion had still managed to draw some meaningful connections to these disparate thoughts with red twine, and if you squinted you could almost swear it all made just a little bit of sense (Avocado thing included, [Tangent=Seriously though, I fucking hate when you're eating at a latin style restaurant that is at any way slightly ritzier than like a Don Pablo and those fuckers ask if you want them to do tableside guacamole. Then some asinine fucker in your party is like "Of course I would love for you to have your below minimum wage worker drag out some large waste of floor space and awkwardly hover over our table while we're trying to enjoy our overpriced margaritas and catch up. I have ZERO qualms having to direct you on how I would like my fucking GUACAMOLE created specifically to my fucking tastes because I AM THE CENTER OF THE FUCKING UNIVERSE." And then they'll say some ridiculous shit like "It's about the ambiance" or "It's performative" like you haven't really put this poor fucker out by your pedantic desire to feel special and catered to. Jesus christ dude I wanted to sit here, get a buzz, fuck up some fajitas, and hang out with my fucking fellas. If I wanted dinner and a fucking show we would have gotten hibachi, that shit's fucking rad this shit if fucking sad.]seriously fuck avocado carts[/tangent]
) And when he stepped back and wiped the dorito dust from his mouth, eyes twitching from two hours of a sunstroke induced fever, he would turn to the group again.
"And that's why clearly the Unabomber used Delibird to deliver his bombs."
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