Comrades and presents? Also time for TRUE MEANING handschin face? pyrosittingdown ayyyy

[notintehkitchen]

Is it that time of the year where I can make fires and not get in trouble as much? Smissmas is soon. I wonder what sort of presents I should get everyone. Meat is a good present, yes? There isn't anybody who doesn't like a delicious steak or other delicious foods. Perhaps a BBQ is in order? Pretty sure I can handle that. I wonder what setting my flamethrower needs to be on to properly torch the meat. Things taste good a little burnt. That adds flavor if you ask me.

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no one is crazy here, totally sane. Some saner then others.

[notintehkitchen]

[Did she implant a plan into his head? More importantly, is she getting along with Soldier? This is a weird turn of events.]

Or he'll end up vomiting out all that excess soda along with the alcohol, sir.

The absolute sanest!

[huttah]

Yeah, yeah... That is a possibility.

But I have a bucket! We will have little to fear if we make sure to keep it on hand!

yell at her, she doesn't like hats much this is unacceptable do you know what game you are from

[notintehkitchen]

Does it happen to be a bucket that also functions as a hat? I've been told that much has happened back home and that collecting hats is the newest thing. Frankly, I don't see the point of them as it just makes you an easier target to pick out for the Snipers.

how can anyone... but hats.. I don't even understand

[huttah]

The bucket has many functions. It can hold vomit. It can be a latrine. It can bail the blood out of a sinking warship full of your troops who are screaming, holding their guts in and weeping as Death himself comes for them. And it can be a helmet, too.

Not if they are blinded by their own stupid hats! And you say that now, but just you wait until you find your own hat. Then your tune will change, Smokey Joe. By God, your tune will change.

she has a brain slug, thats all she needs

[notintehkitchen]

I might kind of have a hat. It's alive and likes to cling to my head and talk to me. It calls me mother. Hmm, where is he?

[Pulling the neck of her suit away from her, she then calls down into her chest.]

Jell-O! Hey! Can you come out of hiding? I need to introduce you to someone.

[Suddenly, there is a ton of shuffling and high-pitched squeaks. POP. A cute little blob with beady black eyes crawls out and heads to Pyro's shoulder. Placing a hand against the creature's head, she smiles.]

Jell-O this is my comrade Soldier.

[Jell-O extends a slimy little tentacle and offers to shake hands.]

I always thought of that little goop as being like one of the Futurama brain slugs

[huttah]

Pyro, your standard issue mask is not considered a hat.

[Big surprise, the man who gets advice from dead presidents says absolutely nothing about a hat that is alive or calls Pyro mother. He does speak up though when she pulls out the collar of her suit and hollers down into whatever lies within the mysterious abyss of a Pyro's suit.]

Pyro, that is not where you are supposed to keep hats! Hats belong on your head or in your lock... Oh! Oh. Okay.

[Soldier is a little surprised by the wiggly green blob of goo, but he gets over that rather quickly and extends his thumb. (as it is unlikely that he will ever use that digit to pick his nose) to complete the... Tentacle shake? ]

I had a hat kind of like that. Except it was a maggot. In my brain. He was a good maggot. Did not get out much, but still a pretty good maggot.