#eooooo

"Dickie..." Eo sat down next to Dick, who was crying. Softly, but still.

"This circus. You... It was your home."

"Eo," Dick sniffed. "I'm a mess... M'sorry..."

U R A Q T

SHUCKS

THANK

NOEL WHERE ARE YOU YOU ARE NEVER ON MSN/SKYPE

How do these five feel about pets. Also how is Porridge with food.

Porridge and Lefty have an unfortunate infestation of clocks that are almost like pets. They keep buying new ones, hoping to help Left break his unfortunate habit of sleeping twenty hours a day, but it usually only takes a few days before the new alarm clock gets fed up with the abuse and being ignored, hisses at Lefty, and then scuttles up the walls to join the rest of the former alarm clocks where they huddle in the corners of the ceiling.

Every month or so, Porridge grabs his broom and Lefty grabs his mop, and they try to scare the clocks out of the corners but usually they lose.

As for food, Porridge is an excellent cook. Mostly he makes his own bread, and then burns it in their toaster and eats it that way. He cant trust food that he doesn't make himself, because of the dyes injected into commercial meals to make everyone the same, inside and out.