Grian jumped when he heard the knock on his door. He went over to open it, and found Impulse waiting for him.
“Hi, Grian,” Impulse said.
“Hey, Impulse!” Grian said. “What’s going on?”
“This isn’t actually a social visit, unfortunately,” Impulse said. “I’m here from the Hermit HOA.”
“Well, yeah,” Impulse said. “A few of us were talking, and we realized we needed some better organization around these things.”
“What does this HOA want?” Grian asked suspiciously.
“Well, some of us have been a little worried about the… uh… backofyourbase,” Impulse rushed.
“The what now?” Grian asked.
“I don’t really want to be the one to tell you this,” Impulse said. “Give me a second.”
Impulse sprinted out of Grian’s door, leaving it open. A second later, Gem appeared in the frame, pushing Impulse back in.
“Grian, you need to finish the back of your base,” Gem said.
“I don’t think a big smiley face counts,” Impulse said.
“It definitely doesn’t,” Gem said.
“Did you bring Gem to be the bad cop?” Grian asked.
“Technically, I brought him as the good cop,” Gem corrected.
“Stop right there!” A man said. The hero of the downtrodden, defender of the gays, and some guy from Nashville, Joe Hills himself, invited himself into Grian’s home. “HOAs are predatory enough! We will not stand for one here on Hermitcraft! As long as there is life in my body and blood in my blocky veins, Hermits shall have their freedom from the tyranny of Homeowners’ Associations!”
“Joe, we’re doing this because Grian really needs to finish the back of his base,” Gem said.
“Oh, is that what this is?” Joe asked. “My bad. Grian, you really should finish the back already. Still, homeowners’ associations do tend to be a net negative, and I’m not the biggest fan, so maybe pick a different way to go about this, guys.”
"We’ll workshop it,” Impulse promised.