Accepted at ataraxion! more sobbing and more waiting for the game to open

[unfiltrating]

See? TOLD you it was a piece of cake. You got all worried and crap for nothing.

So here's the deal. We're gonna chill for the next few days. We're gonna have fun - ooh! Let's hit an arcade. Enough training for now, alright? Jeesh, you're gonna have a heart attack. Cardiac arrest. When you need a -- Bard D. Yak... a rest.

Bard D. Yak is some dude who owns a spa somewhere.

I've been talking to Wally too much.

Look, the point's that the worst of it's over, and now it's just waiting time. Cool your jets! There's me, there's Artemis. Everything's gravy from here. And then in a couple days I get a bath of some weirdo goo stuff. Who can complain?

Actually, that's me. I can complain. It's space goo. Come on.

Comments

[unheroic]

I don't know how anyone looks forward to kool-aid gelatin.

[unfiltrating]

Maybe if you're one of those kids in the Kool-Aid commercials. They look way too excited to be drinking some dude's brains.

[unheroic]

Yeah, the sentient pitcher's just there going: drink me, drink me. All grinnin' and shit.

It's like the Trix Rabbit. Fucker paid for his fucking food.

[unfiltrating]

What's up with commercials these days anyways? The junk food ones. They're all promoting cannibalism and stealing rations from animals. That honey bee's givin' some funny looks too.