1st taste test — vodka taste fail!
#1 – Cleetus’ liquor
Junie ===> hungry ===> yes!
==>> sell more pies if potency holds
==> larger grocer/butcher orders
don’t let Momoe or Kaylee do unloading. take charge of inventory records
use catacomb entrance for temp storage <<cross out>>
need audio signal. pipes? USE MANHOLE FOR DROP! —> more direct path
will they come that close to surface?
*Looks at the update. Looks at Dominic Lapis (who for whatever reason has seemed agitated lately).*
Listen, I know it’s your line, brother – but I can’t resist: What the hell is that kid up to?
He’s not my problem anymore, Sir Sir.
I think the larger question is, why would a young man with ambition be satisfied with being a bartender and gentleman’s lackey for the rest of his life?
*Emerson looks over at Junie and starts to snicker.*
Lapis just admitted I am a gentleman.
…he was probably drunk at the time *chuckles*
*grins and shakes her head*
I noticed that too. He’s off his game lately.
Where is the boy? If he does not come I will be forced to kill Lessis Morlock. That will rid me of a threat to my authority and provide meat for a week. But it is only a temporary solution. Soon we will be forced to the surface to forage. I will convince the brethren to stick to feral dogs and cats – at least for the time being. There are some large cats in New Babbage – though it has been my experience that the big cats can be bitter. So be it. We await the boy’s return.
I should probably just start screaming now and save the hassle later.
That and get the marrinade ready.
Don’t you dare! ~glares fiercely~
These fluffies are under my protection!
*does the Dark Unicorn thing!*
This is the root cause of the relocation. It was fortunate that the unit was not built with anything edible. This fact did not preclude some of those people from the hole to attempt sampling the tissue analog on the unit’s limbs.
I shall prepare barriers against these creatures. They are not having the Yard cats.