Crhis
I asked around town if anyone knew a Chris and they didnt and they told me to leave them alone. Then, a month later, I asked all the players on the Mindyville Marlins if they knew any Chris each time they passed my base and none of them knew a Chris nether! So I dont know why you don't mind your own Ps and Qs and just be quiet around here. We don't like strangers around here, it is a small town and we want to keep it that way.
posted by cathy_sampson at 6:27 PM
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Cathy, Cathy, Cathy.... did it ever occur to you that those random people you kept asking may have been lying to you? Of course they know me. We've been friends since before the War. I've asked them to deny they know me for their own safety. Wedgies, if given improperly, can really hurt.
Chris
I don't trust the internet.
I don't trust Krispy Kreme, either (I mean, at no point should cream EVER be crispy!!), but you don't see me asking random base-runners if it exists.
Besides, if these people actually admit that they know me, then they are also admitting that they frequent Midget Porn shops, because that's the only place they could have met me.
Face it, Cathy... I'm a Mindyville Man, and I'm lean and I'm tan. I live in your town, and you can't get me down. I've been by your pad, and your lawn's looking sad. I know that you're breaking all those pumpkins you're taking. You've got Snacks in your lawn, and your kneepads are gone. There are no vents in your rooms, and you're high on glue fumes. Your doorbell is busted, and the 'net can't be trusted. You're obsessed with your dolls, while cats piss on your walls. Gwin has been by a few times to say 'hi', and deliver a list of the tapes that you've missed. That last was a stretch, but by far it's the best. It's time to admit that Chris is "the shit", and face the cold fact that there's no going back. I'm a Mindyville Man, I'm quick and I'm clever...and I live in your town, and I've lived here forever.
Chris
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