Kitchen Spam - saturday morning

[with_my_teacup]

[The breakfast menu just got kid friendly-- and the kitchen just got a lot better secured. No little hands in sharp places, or high places, or hot places; Riddick has it locked down. He's also keeping a serious eye on the mess hall, dividing his attention between waffles and doing walkarounds.

Unfortunately, he's not quite himself. He found this pair of smoked eyeglasses... and he's been trying not to talk ever since he put them on. Fucking floods, am I right.]

Comments

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[with_my_teacup]

Good. Nor should you. But I deal with this end of time. I cannot prevent; I must repair.

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[darknessb4me]

When is he coming back? Can I talk to him?

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[with_my_teacup]

No. When he returns, so will you. But he may remember what you want to tell.

[Riddick is not above trolling even now.]

You could leave him a message.

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[darknessb4me]

I will. And I'll remember.