TotallyNotEvilLand wrote:Giovenith wrote:Pippa-Michelle seemed to reach into her mouth and pull out a large crumpled piece of paper from her throat, that was completely dry, and handed it to Cerril. It was half a recipe for lentil soup.
"Bake half-degree!"
She clearly agreed.
Cerril's face crinkled up in a look of disgust and horror as Pippa pulled up a piece of paper from her throat. Despite it being completely dry... that was still fairly gross. "... Erm. I think I'll settle for canned chicken noodle." He said, turning his head to look over at Sherril. "Sherri, you mind hauling my crippled ass up the stairs? I haven't had anything to eat since yesterday morning. Stomach's killing me." He let out a pained cough and grasped at his chest before recovering. "Among other things..."
Sherril, naturally, didn't find the idea of hauling a 200 pound Arkadat, plus his chair up a set of stairs too appealing. "Isn't there an elevator here or something? Why don't you use that?"
Cerril's attempt to remain grinning soon faded. "You're the most compassionate sister a guy could ask for." He said with a sigh, looking around and then to Pippa-Michelle. "Hey, paper puker. Is there an elevator here?"
"Up, down, and turn around," Pippa-Michelle squeaked, waving an arm towards the elevator doors of the lobby. She was quite happy and satisfied now, knowing that there were no fleshies in danger, and could mosey along with her "life." "Like a record, baby! Round, round, round, round!"