i’m gay but i’m always gonna choose the well developed straight ship over the 2 bland and incompatible white dudes that have 500,000 fanfics written about them. you guys just hate women.
hey boss i can't come in today it's a sunny day and there's a lovely breeze coming in through my window, yeah it's rustling the branches of the tree outside that's finally bloomed so it's pretty serious
Pre-emptive apologies for manifesting more Trant-posting into the world and accelerating our collective entroponetic demise, but I need to share yesterday's Discord findings with @renmorris and @mindblownie
1. in Trant's pyrholidon slip-up, he tells Harry that his story shouldn't be hard to guess in a way that I think can be read as both "cops and addiction, you know perfectly well how that goes" and "dude you know me, personally, we did them drugs together"
2. this opens the possibility of Harry and Trant watching the fringe art house movies together while high on pyrholidon. At any rate, Having Opinions About Art is Trant's thing and also an established old Harry trait
3. as it were, we also know where that established old Harry trait comes from. oh yes we do. it comes from Dora. literally her job.
4. this in turn manifests the vanishingly implausible (but hilarious) chance that Harry's unnamed friend whom he was discussing entroponetics with as Dora smoked nearby may have been none other than Trant. Like he was her art acquaintance to begin with and that's how he got roped into the 41st.
THEREFORE: Harry got Trant in the divorce. thanks for coming to our TED talk
YOU - On your way back to the precinct, you pass a gaggle of kids gathered around a boombox blasting one of the latest hits. One of the kis is rapping, using a bottle half-filled with some yellow liquid as an approximation of a microphone.
INLAND EMPIRE - What even is that?
[Perception - Medium 10] Look closer at the bottle.
PERCEPTION: 5
EVEN 58%
-1 Thought about pissing yourself.
-1 Wearing the pissf****t jacket.
[CHECK FAILURE]
YOU - Turn to Kim. "Dude's got a bottle of piss."
KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant's eyes become filled with infinite weariness as he looks at the bottle, then you, then back at the bottle. "That's not what that is."
PERCEPTION - That's a bottle of piss!
HAND/EYE COORDINATION - It's right in his hand! And he's got on the lid. If the top even slips it could drip down his wrist.
AUTHORITY - I mean, who does this kid think he is?
PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - Look at the bubbles. Look at the colour. Homie's dehydrated! Get him some water.
YOU - You bristle at the thought of the streets of Revachol being overrun with underaged, dehydrated piss-fiends.
KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant stands in mute horror as you approach the freestyling youth.
YOU - The words flow from your mouth, rapid-fire, uncoordinated, along with a generous amount of spit. There's no forcing them back in. You must be heard.
AUTHORITY - Prove that it's juice! Drink it!
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - We wanna see. We think it's pee.
LOGIC - We don't believe ya. We think it's from your urethra.