playing zr s2 ep 42 today and
zr: collected a pack of batteries
me, forced onto a treadmill at gunpoint: i find that hard to believe
zr: collected a box of nine millimetre bullets
me, now being administered a mystery treatment that is “turning my veins to fire”: i find that HARDER to believe
zr: collected a pair of trousers
me: WHO’S?? AM I DACKING VAN ARK?
i always just imagined five snatching shit off tables out of some mix of spite and stress-based kleptomania













