|Hot dogs for everyone!|
Hot dogs for everyone!
Dec. 7th, 2007 @ 05:47 am
Five inch doll of living gemstone.
Five inch doll headfirst into the hot dogs.....
A moment's pause and then a holo screen pops up next to her.
"Careful there. You could end up stuck in a bun with mustard on your head."
.... I SUPPOSE THAT'S BETTER THAN HAVING IT ON MY BUTT. She manages to extract herself and starts combing stuff out of her hair with her fingers.
Digit tears a section off of a paper towel and hands it over. "And no one was looking, so we just won't tell anyone what was almost in the food, right?" Digit gives her a wink, and adds, "It's not like you can really make hot dogs any worse."
I'M NOT GERMY. She takes the paper and cleans herself off. THAT'S TRUE. THEY'RE NEARLY AS BAD AS... She remembers lectures on likening food that someone might want to eat to gross substances. ...BAD.
"Didn't say you were, but you'd still be an inedible food additive."
Digit nods at the rest. "Yep!" And unconcernedly takes another bite of a hot dog, completely unphased.
I WAS EATEN ONCE. BUT I CAME BACK OUT. Her teeny tiny face creases in a big grin. THAT WAS FUNNY.
"That must have been a trip. I don't think I want to know which end."
The small one folds up and giggles soundlessly for a moment, then gets to her feet and tiptoes over to examine the hot dogs more closely. OH. I'M STRAWBABY. AND THE HORSE UP THERE... WAIT, I HAVEN'T NAMED HIM YET.
Digit nods and says, "I'm called Digit... and a few other things that can't be repeated in polite company."
I HAVE SOME NAMES LIKE THAT. She sits on a hot dog bun and looks upward.
"Anyone that doesn't must've had a very boring life."
More silent giggling. YES. I'VE GOTTEN SOME JUST FOR EXPLORING.
She looks down at the bun she's sitting on, then starts making a doughball.
"Lesse, I've got them for lots of things from just existing up to spamming someone with metool porn."
PEOPLE DON'T USUALLY NOTICE ME TILL I START EXPLORING. She tosses the doughball up into the air, then giggles and covers her head.
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