>Conversation mode
BBQ GIRLL:
So, joemaam, I take it the hospital sent you. I didn't know they hired another grey...
So, joemaam, I take it the hospital sent you. I didn't know they hired another grey...
ME:
(Joemaam?) Uh, yeah, must be getting desperate! Heh. Actually...I know this will sound weird, barbeque person, but a door made of teeth is insisting I bring it-
(Joemaam?) Uh, yeah, must be getting desperate! Heh. Actually...I know this will sound weird, barbeque person, but a door made of teeth is insisting I bring it-
BBQ GIRLL:
A sloppy joe, oh yes, it loves those. To death.
Unfortunately, bugprince, that would be the signature sandwich of our dear friend Chuck, and he is unwell.
A sloppy joe, oh yes, it loves those. To death.
Unfortunately, bugprince, that would be the signature sandwich of our dear friend Chuck, and he is unwell.
ME:
Bugpri...? Yeah, I caught that from the giant thermometer and ice pack that make positively no sense. What's wrong with him?
Bugpri...? Yeah, I caught that from the giant thermometer and ice pack that make positively no sense. What's wrong with him?
BBQ GIRLL:
He ground something recently that didn't agree with him. Argued all the way down, and wouldn't you know it, it peeled off a reverberator into one of his gel cores.
I'm surprised you couldn't tell by the vibrations, kangaroo.
He ground something recently that didn't agree with him. Argued all the way down, and wouldn't you know it, it peeled off a reverberator into one of his gel cores.
I'm surprised you couldn't tell by the vibrations, kangaroo.
ME:
Oh, right, silly me. Of course. Sorry, I'm a trainee.
Oh, right, silly me. Of course. Sorry, I'm a trainee.
BBQ GIRLL:
...With that many heads?!
...With that many heads?!
ME:
....I.....
....I.....
BBQ GIRLL:
ALREADY MADE OF MATTER!?
ALREADY MADE OF MATTER!?
ME:
I...er....that's...I mean.....
I...er....that's...I mean.....
BBQ GIRLL:
Well! It's about time they branch out. Good for you, crablocks.
Well! It's about time they branch out. Good for you, crablocks.
The thing didn't know how to address a human, or whatever it thought I was, and it was as daffy as everything else I'd run into. I can't say I liked the way its Mickey Mouse eyes kept looking me over, either, like it was picking out cuts of meat, but I guess that probably comes natural when your head is a barbeque.
I wondered if the rest of it was metal or I could give it a good jab if it tried anything funny.
I wondered if the rest of it was metal or I could give it a good jab if it tried anything funny.
