Nine Hundred Ninety-Nine Feet Below Fandom, Thursday

[designateddadfriend]

Happy Thursday, hole-y people! Were you going insane yet? Some of you had the good fortune of having a loved one down here with you, so maybe not!

Travis probably was. But, like, in a quiet way now where he was almost used to never seeing the sun again.

This was the perfect time to learn to play guitar, right?

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Re: New arrivals

[doesnotkneel]

"Then he's a piss-poor pirate!"

Sorry, Silver.

"Go order someone else around!"

Re: New arrivals

[designateddadfriend]

Oh. Ohhhhhh. Travis was suddenly reminded viscerally of trying to talk down an idiot teenager while on a call.

"What are you, twelve?" He sighed and shook his head. "Right. Well, you can keep your manly pants on in front of your little anti-establishment friends if you want to. But if you fire a weapon down here, you're a moron."

And he'd started a fight with this douche. Travis shook his head and turned to leave.

"I need a vacation."