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[takehisheadoff]

WHAT the internet
WHERE tH e INternet
WHEN Day 180... AT NIGHT.

Anonymous
Is it deer hunting season yet?

Comments

un: nonpareil

[supraliminally]

If it was, hypothetically, what would you do about it?

Re: un: nonpareil

[takehisheadoff]

I'd love to participate! But I'm lacking all the supplies, sadly.

[supraliminally]

What supplies?

[takehisheadoff]

You know, guns, knives, deer.

[supraliminally]

So you want a gun. Okay. I can swing that.

What's it for?

[takehisheadoff]

Deer hunting, didn't I say?

[supraliminally]

Oh, I see. Sorry, my bad. I could probably get you a gun. Is this your first time hunting deer? I'd be a little concerned giving one to an amateur.

[takehisheadoff]

Oh no, I'm a deer hunting professional.

[supraliminally]

Really! That's so interesting. What's your highest scoring trophy?

[takehisheadoff]

Are you talking about weight or numbers?

[supraliminally]

The correct answer is a number.

[takehisheadoff]

At once?

[supraliminally]

A number of inches.

[leaveshishaton]

[ELSEwhere.

by elsewhere we mean the bar

chuuya pours more whiskey into a glass and immediately downs half of it, then he types furiously onto his phone]

what is
WHAT IS EVEN WRON WI YOU
NONE OF THESE MAKES NSE

SENE
SENSE
you dont even need a gun to kill people
rpick
your a ducking mafia boss
they won'te ven
sTAY DEAD

[inhibiting]

[ she wandered in here not really to drink, but curiosity and she was going to just take a peek in and then leave but. that looks like chuuya. so she slowly walks up near and then takes a seat... two seats away from him... and watches for a moment, trying to gauge his mood. ]

[leaveshishaton]

[his mood is DRUNK AND ANGRY. he is. too drunk. to notice her right away. he keeps pecking away at his phone]

andi know
i KNOW
yu are thikning oh well
they don't stay dead so
why not kill/DIE all the time!
well dfuck you
and your ****date*******
you
d
better HOP E she kills you
piece of shit basatrd

[inhibiting]

. . . um. . . excuse me. . .

[leaveshishaton]

i can't believe i actual
was dickign worried about what if you

[hears her like. 15 seconds after she said something, stopping in the middle of typign something gay and angry to blink up at her]

Oh. You.

[inhibiting]

Sorry — sorry — are you. . . all right?

[leaveshishaton]

[looks down at his phone

smacks it onto the bar top]

Mmfine. Just the same old. Garbage. Because that's what he is. Fucking garbage.

[inhibiting]

. . . your boss?

[leaveshishaton]

Who else? No one could be even. Even a little bit as garbage as him.

[finishes. this drink]

[inhibiting]

[ thinks for a bit . . . ]

Should I ask or . . . would you rather I not. . .

[leaveshishaton]

Don't even get me started.

[Chuuya this is rude the girl should also have a drink

climbs over the bar a bit to get her a glass]

I bet you can't even guess. The fuck he said to me.

[inhibiting]

. . . you're. . . I don't think I could. . . um, should you just climb over the bar like that. . .