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Room 204; Wednesday Afternoon [05/24].
May. 24th, 2017 02:24 pmOn her way home from work yesterday, Summer had stopped in at the grocery store and had been extremely pleased to find that they had Strawberry Smiggles for sale in this universe. Not because she particularly liked Strawberry Smiggles...they were better than most cereals in her universe, but they weren't, like, the best or anything, but they did give her a great idea. She had the box placed carefully on her desk and had taken a few minutes to get herself a good picture, and then proceeded to pour some into a bowl as proof that there were actual Strawberry Smiggles in there, too.
Then she set to the task of texting her brother with an offer she was sure he couldn't refuse.
MORTY. FOR EVERY CONTACT OF GRAMPA'S YOU SEND ME, I WILL RECIPROCATE WITH A BOX OF STRAWBERRY SMIGGLES. WHEN YOU'RE SICK OF PILLS, JUST LET ME KNOW. YOUR PRICE IS ONE PHONE NUMBER, EMAIL ADDRESS, GALACTIC COORDINATES. WHATEVER. I'LL BE WAITING.
So now she just played the waiting game, putzing around on her phone between handfuls of Strawberry Smiggles goodness.
[[ open door is open ]]
Then she set to the task of texting her brother with an offer she was sure he couldn't refuse.
MORTY. FOR EVERY CONTACT OF GRAMPA'S YOU SEND ME, I WILL RECIPROCATE WITH A BOX OF STRAWBERRY SMIGGLES. WHEN YOU'RE SICK OF PILLS, JUST LET ME KNOW. YOUR PRICE IS ONE PHONE NUMBER, EMAIL ADDRESS, GALACTIC COORDINATES. WHATEVER. I'LL BE WAITING.
So now she just played the waiting game, putzing around on her phone between handfuls of Strawberry Smiggles goodness.
[[ open door is open ]]
