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welp. guess what i never want to do again?

(if you guessed going into space on a shuttle hijacked by evil russian dudes, congratulations. you're right. good job.)

since space travel's out and regular travel was never in, i need more stuff to occupy my summer. i'm running dangerously low on fun and whimsy. i'm just fixing cars every day in between events that are apparently just going to end horribly every time.

suggestions? i'm willing to stoop to arts and crafts at this rate.

how y'all feel about paracord bracelets?

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[slightlyoffchilt]

Oh, Troy.

Oh, no.

We cannot.

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why?

[slightlyoffchilt]

Have you done this in the house? In my house?

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maybe.

[slightlyoffchilt]

I had in my Baltimore collection a bottle of Domaine de la Romanee Conti La Tache, year 1999 in vintage. Boxed wine is akin to spitting upon its memory.

[But scavenging Hans's old room is perfectly fine.]

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that's kinda a jump, man.

[slightlyoffchilt]

It was a near and dear passion. I do not currently have the financial resources to replenish my old hobby.

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so that's why box wine is a thing.

[slightlyoffchilt]

I'm afraid I can't let you do that, Troy.

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you're serious?

1/2

[slightlyoffchilt]

I take my whine very seriously.

[slightlyoffchilt]

*Wine.

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that was the best.

[slightlyoffchilt]

It was a statistical error or a typo. I don't normally commit such things.

Not a Freudian slip.

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sure man. whatever you say.

[slightlyoffchilt]

My position on the wine has not been altered because of this.

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and i completely respect that position.

[ You know, while he plots with April to stock up on boxed wine and replace a fancy bottle or two of Chilton's. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

Good. That is surprisingly mature of you, Troy, and I appreciate your respect.

[He doesn't suspect a freaking thing.]

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hey don't mention it man. golden rule, right?

[ oh god this is going to be great. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

[Golden rule. He is so touched.]

Treat others as you'd like to be treated? I believe. Yes, this is my agreement.

[kegflipped]

yeah. great. so we're cool.

[ Later, when they've completely their shenanigans and Troy's drunk on boxed wine, you bet your butt he's going to cry because he lied to Fredrick about the Golden Rule he's such a bad person. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

We are indeed cool. As they say.

[Don't feel too badly, Troy.]