Hello shifters. I am also a mite drunk, but not as drunk as I was on last night's shift. Promise.
Mordant, I have seen the results of that equation taken to it's extreme conclusion before. It involved vast quantities of alcohol, square sausage, a melted cooker, and every wall in a large flat turned black.
You know in cartoons, when something gets blown up and it turns to ash? They keep their form until somebody touches them, then they blow away in the wind?
The sausages were like that. |