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Day 20 (woo!)- Small.
on brand lad
TOO MANY BEANS
morning beans
Just... wow.
GG: Alright then. Would you like to do anything? Or talk about anything?
AT: sURE, LETS GO FIND OUT IF i CAN BAKE,
GG: Alright. -smiles and walks into the kitchen-
AT: -FOLLOWS- SO,,, SHOULD i KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT HUMAN COOKING UTENCILS
AT: lIKE WILL ANYTHING EXPLODE?
GG: Not really. I assume that you know ovens and stoves can burn you when turned on?
AT: oH, THAT'S OKAY, WHAT ARE WE GONNA MAKE?
GG: A cake or pie or cookies... Whatever you like really.
AT: -PLAYS WITH A WHISK IDLY- WHATS PIE?
GG: Pie is sort of like a... big pocket of dough in a pan. And in it is a type of filling. You cut slices out and eat it as such.
GG: But the dough is rolled out really thin.
AT: oH, LETS TRY THAT! IT SOUNDS EDIBLE
GG: Alright!
GG: -she proceeds to run around the kitchen gathering all the essential ingredients-
AT: hOW DO,WE START? -THROWS WHISK UP IN AIR AND TRIES TO CATCH IT BUT FAILS- WOW YOU'RE FAST,
GG: I've done this for quite a while! We need to make the dough first, so... -flour, butter, and a few other things are thrown into a bowl-
GG: Can you get the pie tin over on the table there?
AT: yEAH,, -BRINGS CAN OF BEANS-
AT: *CAN
GG: ... Tavros.
AT: yEAH? -GOOFY SMILE-
GG: That's a can.
GG: Of beans.
CONNOR IS MAKING BEANS IN THIS HOUSE I CAN SMELL THEM NO BAKED BEANS ARE FORBIDDEN IN THIS HOUSE WHILE I AM MASTER AND I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE MOVING IN FOR THE WEEK WHILE EVERYONE'S AWAY SO I DON'T DIE/HAVE EMPTIES/DIE WE BOTH KNOW YOU'D RATHER STAY IN YOUR OWN ABODE SO DON'T YOU DARE WALTZ IN HERE JUST TO MAKE BEANS.
I'm a shaarrk.
I'm a SHARK!
Suck my diiiiiick.
I'M A SHARK!!
Important side note: I am eating green beans. With garlic. Just sitting here at 1:40 am. Eating green beans. Just eating them. While sitting here. On tumblr. Eating Green Beans. With various variants on capitalization. GREEn BEaNZ. And a spelling error. There is pepper and salt on these beans. I was hungry and I can't drive and even though I would have preferred salad, green BEANS were right there so I'm eating them instead. I'M DRINKING SMIRNOFF NOW. Fuck these beans are delicious. I'm going to be sad when these green beans are done because I have ingested them all with vigour.
I type astoundingly well, albeit semi-stupidly while fucking hammerd. And eating GREEN beans. The colour is important. FUCK ME these are amazing. I don't think anything has ever been this delicious. What is food? I'll live off these sonsbitches for the rest of my life. Apocalypse impending? Fuck I'll be okay if I have green bean plants and garlic. Maybe pepper because there is totally pepper on these.
Green beans are important.
look.
My hair is in the photo too. Ignore that, though. Look at my beans.
I don't think any of you will ever understand my beans. AND YOU NEVER WILL BECAUSE THEY WILL BE IN MY BELLY WITHIN THE HOUR.
I wouldn't let you guys have anyways. They're mine.