In which some sort of crappy plan is hatched

OH my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god   CALM DOWN.   I sit awkwardly down on the main deck, hyperventilating into a paper bag O’Flanahanaman has just handed me. I think he is getting know us better, after all, he brought it with him to tell me … Continue reading In which some sort of crappy plan is hatched

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