cloud

[preowned]

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[preowned]

Oh. I would assume all of the stuff in the juice would make this a full meal?

[ just saying

he slowly opens the menu. ]

Where are the apples?

[skyagain]

Just be glad there aren't bees, either.

[ he pushes the glass away. why is it congealed. what is in this. ]

... What's a chicken fiesta...

[preowned]

[ the waiter immediately leaves to bring them a chicken fiesta ]

No--

[skyagain]

Wait--

[ too late! it was prepared! this is a hellish kitchen. why is the chicken fiesta being placed in front of both of them. are they being asked to share like this is lady and the tramp? this gets worse. ]

[preowned]

We are supposed to eat this?

[ the waiter hates them more and more every day. ]

[skyagain]

[ the waiter gives them both a fork and knife. like. literally puts it in their hands ]

... Think that's a yes.

[ he reluctantly... grabs some rice... ]

[preowned]

Thanks for the food...

[ it is said in a tone that is the opposite of thankful for anything.

he'll also grab some rice... maybe he wanted chopsticks, waiter... ]

This can't be worse than the juice.

[skyagain]

[ waiter's racist

cloud chews. for some reason, the rice is undercooked. he chews a lot. ]

No, I think it can.

[preowned]

[ he'll put it in his mouth. somehow, his is burnt.

... ]

Who did this.

[skyagain]

... I think we pissed off the staff.

[preowned]

Even after we drank their bad juice?

[ he says it so loudly ]

[skyagain]

Don't say it so loud. They'll bring us more.

[ PARANOIA ]

[preowned]

[ it's too late the waiter is bringing a pitcher ]

[skyagain]

... We're never getting out of here.

[preowned]

Perhaps we can say we need to use the washroom and make a break for it?

[skyagain]

You see a door anywhere here?

[ this is the worst kind of restaurant. the doorless kind. ]

[preowned]

[ he raises his hand to the waiter ]

Can you bring us a door?

[skyagain]

[ the waiter is now bringing him dessert. there is no explanation for why he thinks a door is a massive brownie. ]

...

Tsurumaru, why.

[preowned]

How is this a door...

[ he wants to cry!!!!!! ]

[skyagain]

How is any of this food.

[ he taps the brownie. it makes a thunk noise. it is hard.

like a door. ]

[preowned]

Maybe if we break it open, there's a prize inside?

[skyagain]

It's going to be more food. It's just going to be more food. Stop.

[preowned]

They have to run out of food.

[skyagain]

It's a cursed restaurant in a murder hotel, how are they going to run out of food?

[preowned]

Perhaps if we act as if we really enjoyed the food they'll run out?