[Canon is the SCP Foundation. For Ink City's 4th Wall Event.] Commencing epic fail in 3...

[amajorchord]

So you're asking yourself: "What the fuck am I doing?" Which is the multimillion dollar question here. But whatever it is, the answer is no.

Honestly, you should have something better to do with your time than Photoshop a third eye onto a man who looks nothing like me for an event that's a month away.

[It sounds bad when you say it like that. Besides, it's your fault for having three eyes in the first place.]

Hey. Don't hate me because I have dubious properties attributed to myself.

Comments

[wondertainment]

It's a sizable nose. What's so surprising?

[amajorchord]

Hey, there wasn't a sales pitch in there, that's cheating.

Gotcha.

[wondertainment]

What can I say, Old Man, you're just my favorite. But you're right, by jove, and when you're right, you're right! This ain't proper, no sir. We can't talk like this, but one day.

One day.

[amajorchord]

Feel free to come back and try again when you feel up to it. Take your time.

[wondertainment]

A standing invitation! You're too good to me, Daddy.

[amajorchord]

I'll admit that I have my moments.

[wondertainment]

Thanksgiving, then. I'll send an associate with stuffing. Maybe a little historical reenactment.

[amajorchord]

Sounds lovely. I'll send a couple of D-Class with a seven-course Chinese dinner. Complete with fortune cookies.

[wondertainment]

Oh that's so beautiful. We'll be a family again. In proxy.