Guys, the thermal drill, go get it.

" just the two of us,, ~ " " yeps. meanwhile i'll be setting up my gigs and seeing how my ass fits in a chair again, hehe. "

'' don't break the chair 🫶 ''

" im not that fucking fat, you heathen. "

" just the two of us,, ~ " " yeps. meanwhile i'll be setting up my gigs and seeing how my ass fits in a chair again, hehe. "

once she had arrived at the location, she noticed the.. sorta food truck looking thing was still open even at this time of night. usually things like these close at this hour.. as she stood there looking over it, she got another message. " ask for the Refinery in any flavor you want. "

The worker couldn't help but snicker to themselves, but turned away anyways to begin making whatever this Refinery crap was. she obviously got the order wrong, but they were instructed to make a specific order for anyone who asked for it. after a couple minutes, and some delicious aromas wafting from the truck, the worker then slid over a tray of food. two chili dogs, and an order of mozzie (mozzarella) sticks with honey mustard sauce. once she had picked up the tray, she was then given one of those cup holders with two cups with straws already in them. she could hear ice clinking in one of them. the worker pointed down the road. "head thata way till ya find a dark patch. look for a smoker." the worker then leaned forward, grabbing the overhang and pulling it down once she had backed away.

after searching around a little bit, she did in fact see a smoker who was currently sulking back in his chair, smoke steadily rising to the night sky from the cigarette currently sitting between his lips. she couldn't tell who this was from a distance, but as she walked closer and set the food and drinks down on the plastic table and got a good look at his face, she recognized him instantly. it was Bain. despite hiding his mouth barely with his fingers due to holding onto the cigarette in his mouth, she could see the makings of a slight, cheeky grin in between his fingers. "i was almost expecting you to take longer than that, clown." he said a bit gruffly, but quickly cleared his throat so it would sound more normal. he snatched the sauce container and a mozzie stick, dipping it a few generous times before taking a hearty bite, humming with delight......... as if he's not, yknow, supposed to be dead right about now ?????

"wowwwwww, fatass? and you weren't even doing shit at that job, hehe. would you have rather i waited till you were doing something genuinely important?" he chuckled gently, taking one of the drinks and sipping on it before picking up one of the chili dogs and taking a hearty bite of it. and since he's not a fucking animal, he waited till he swallowed before speaking further. "sure, but until this food is done, let's just keep it casual. small talk or whatever you heisters do nowadays. i'm sure there's tons i've missed since i've been dead." he snickered gently.

( har har har, join the payday server to see the rest of this convo!! hahahahahaha im so evil!!!!!! )

once she had arrived at the location, she noticed the.. sorta food truck looking thing was still open even at this time of night. usually things like these close at this hour.. as she stood there looking over it, she got another message. " ask for the Refinery in any flavor you want. "

The worker couldn't help but snicker to themselves, but turned away anyways to begin making whatever this Refinery crap was. she obviously got the order wrong, but they were instructed to make a specific order for anyone who asked for it. after a couple minutes, and some delicious aromas wafting from the truck, the worker then slid over a tray of food. two chili dogs, and an order of mozzie (mozzarella) sticks with honey mustard sauce. once she had picked up the tray, she was then given one of those cup holders with two cups with straws already in them. she could hear ice clinking in one of them. the worker pointed down the road. "head thata way till ya find a dark patch. look for a smoker." the worker then leaned forward, grabbing the overhang and pulling it down once she had backed away.

after searching around a little bit, she did in fact see a smoker who was currently sulking back in his chair, smoke steadily rising to the night sky from the cigarette currently sitting between his lips. she couldn't tell who this was from a distance, but as she walked closer and set the food and drinks down on the plastic table and got a good look at his face, she recognized him instantly. it was Bain. despite hiding his mouth barely with his fingers due to holding onto the cigarette in his mouth, she could see the makings of a slight, cheeky grin in between his fingers. "i was almost expecting you to take longer than that, clown." he said a bit gruffly, but quickly cleared his throat so it would sound more normal. he snatched the sauce container and a mozzie stick, dipping it a few generous times before taking a hearty bite, humming with delight......... as if he's not, yknow, supposed to be dead right about now ?????

"wowwwwww, fatass? and you weren't even doing shit at that job, hehe. would you have rather i waited till you were doing something genuinely important?" he chuckled gently, taking one of the drinks and sipping on it before picking up one of the chili dogs and taking a hearty bite of it. and since he's not a fucking animal, he waited till he swallowed before speaking further. "sure, but until this food is done, let's just keep it casual. small talk or whatever you heisters do nowadays. i'm sure there's tons i've missed since i've been dead." he snickered gently.

once she had arrived at the location, she noticed the.. sorta food truck looking thing was still open even at this time of night. usually things like these close at this hour.. as she stood there looking over it, she got another message. " ask for the Refinery in any flavor you want. "

The worker couldn't help but snicker to themselves, but turned away anyways to begin making whatever this Refinery crap was. she obviously got the order wrong, but they were instructed to make a specific order for anyone who asked for it. after a couple minutes, and some delicious aromas wafting from the truck, the worker then slid over a tray of food. two chili dogs, and an order of mozzie (mozzarella) sticks with honey mustard sauce. once she had picked up the tray, she was then given one of those cup holders with two cups with straws already in them. she could hear ice clinking in one of them. the worker pointed down the road. "head thata way till ya find a dark patch. look for a smoker." the worker then leaned forward, grabbing the overhang and pulling it down once she had backed away.

after searching around a little bit, she did in fact see a smoker who was currently sulking back in his chair, smoke steadily rising to the night sky from the cigarette currently sitting between his lips. she couldn't tell who this was from a distance, but as she walked closer and set the food and drinks down on the plastic table and got a good look at his face, she recognized him instantly. it was Bain. despite hiding his mouth barely with his fingers due to holding onto the cigarette in his mouth, she could see the makings of a slight, cheeky grin in between his fingers. "i was almost expecting you to take longer than that, clown." he said a bit gruffly, but quickly cleared his throat so it would sound more normal. he snatched the sauce container and a mozzie stick, dipping it a few generous times before taking a hearty bite, humming with delight......... as if he's not, yknow, supposed to be dead right about now ?????

once she had arrived at the location, she noticed the.. sorta food truck looking thing was still open even at this time of night. usually things like these close at this hour.. as she stood there looking over it, she got another message. " ask for the Refinery in any flavor you want. "

The worker couldn't help but snicker to themselves, but turned away anyways to begin making whatever this Refinery crap was. she obviously got the order wrong, but they were instructed to make a specific order for anyone who asked for it. after a couple minutes, and some delicious aromas wafting from the truck, the worker then slid over a tray of food. two chili dogs, and an order of mozzie (mozzarella) sticks with honey mustard sauce. once she had picked up the tray, she was then given one of those cup holders with two cups with straws already in them. she could hear ice clinking in one of them. the worker pointed down the road. "head thata way till ya find a dark patch. look for a smoker." the worker then leaned forward, grabbing the overhang and pulling it down once she had backed away.

once she had arrived at the location, she noticed the.. sorta food truck looking thing was still open even at this time of night. usually things like these close at this hour.. as she stood there looking over it, she got another message. " ask for the Refinery in any flavor you want. "