"Mister Banker, I'd like to take out a loan! Pretty please?" (from lauracarrot)
The Banker sighed out. The sigh was deep, almost as deep as the darkness inside him that he fought to keep down. What was all of this for, this banking? This job? His asparagus form holding his very soul prisoner.
"May I inquire what for?" He asked, looking at the small carrot.









