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[The screen is on. Someone... or something, is staring very intensely at the screen. Very intensely, mismatched green and blue photoreceptors narrow in either thought, irritation, or concentration. The copper face is screwed up in a pout, hat cocked, skeletal fingers splayed across the keypad. Then-]

Get Ice Cream

[Typed very suddenly, the look of concentration deepening. ... Nothing happens. There's a puff of steam, and he tries something else]

Get French Fries

[Swing and a miss. He's annoyed now]

I-I-I know that letter was non-non-nonsense. What kinda me-messed up hotel is this anyway?

[Like his world was destroyed. Hello he'd totally know if that happened.]

A-a-anyone see a t-tall silver man? Or a li-little gold o-one? Wears a hat? Nice suspenders? T-t-talks about marmalade? Has a k-k-koi in his chest?

He's real hard to miss, The Jon. No? H-h-how about a little bronze g-guy with a smoke stack on his hat? T-t-talks like a posessed speak n' spell. Love ya, Hatchy.

[He taps on the screen with one of those long skinny fingers, hunching over the screen a little more]

HEY HATCHY! TH' SPINE! THE JON, Y-Y-YA IN HERE?!

[Because this is the time for yelling as loud as you can. Sleep? Sleep what sleep]

... Whaddya g-g-gotta do ta g-get food?

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[Because he likes the sound of his voice, he sticks with it]

Ca-cafeteria? They d-d-don't deliver? I don't wanna g-go all the way down there.

[Booo. Poor room service, he wants a refund]

Ne-never mind, ain't that important.

[wow egotistical much!!]

no they dont deliver
because there no phones
and no actual internet
the food this months basically crap anyway you may be better off

[This is Rabbit we're talking about here.]

There i-i-isn't any ice cream?

Wha-wha-what kinda nutty pla-place is this?! Where's the manager?! I'll te-te-tell him what for!

sometimes they have ice cream
but the menu rotates every month and changes more than a tempermental rich girl changes her outfit :/
the manager does too so good fucking luck

O-O-Only sometimes? Why not all the time? Aw, this su-su-sucks.

[Moping. Here we go. Mope.]

Who's the ma-ma-manager? I gotta few words fer them! About their sh-sh-shoddy kidnappin' skills! An' bad ta-taste in food!

who knows they got like a rotating trifecta of dudes in charge
i think jasons in charge right now
but hes a douche and im pretty sure he doesnt have taste buds anyway?
and also doesnt like happiness and steps on kittens

[Oh. You said it. You said the word]

.... Betcha he's go-got a lotta taste enemies though.

[Well this conversation got weird.]

taste
enemies???
uh sure bro
i mean theres a fuckton of people who hate him but i dont think he makes it a three course meal >:\

[Oh you didn't get the pun. There's a puff of steam from Rabbit. Someone else who doesn't like puns. Awwwww....]

I-i-it was a pu-pun, buddy.

that was probably the shittiest pun ive ever heard omg
and im friends with a self declared master prankster :|

[Rabbit knows it's a bad pun. But he likes that pun]

I-I-It's a great pun! Ju-ju-just fine! Nuthin' wrong with it!

laaaaammmmmeeeeeee
so lame youre disqualified from the olympics
so lame your dont have feet to trip over

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