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[secondplacescrow]

[ Poor Edd, he's just so homesick for solid land. His hair floats around him like a halo when he makes a video. As usual, the camera upside down. Eddison Tollett will never get it right. ]

Please, do not go to space. It is not worth it. There's no wine here unless you smuggled some on board, leaving a man to thirst.

Already we have people fighting over tiny pods to talk to, everyone's a thief, and you can't eat the food here because it floats away if you don't open the packets right.

[ What's that he's holding? A flask? One of those skinny ones? Why yes, and he's taking a drink of it. Unfortunately, it wasn't designed for space, so the wine floats out of it, like an ominous liquid cloud. ]

See what I mean? I can't even get to wet my thirst here.

Comments

[secondplacescrow]

So they are minstrels, then.

[storyseeker]

You know? That's not completely wrong. If you handed them a lute, they'd match that description pretty well.

[secondplacescrow]

I have seen my share of minstrels, mostly to sent to the Wall for this crime or that crime. All seemed to be good at their music.

[storyseeker]

They don't send people there for the music, do they?

[secondplacescrow]

If they offended a lord or seduced a lord's daughter with his tongue, sure.

[storyseeker]

Yikes. I'd hate to see what they'd do to boy band members there.