[Lucid:]

**puts a sammich on a little boat**
That's your days' worth of food, so don't waste it!

[Espy]

-swallows whole- None wasted at all >.>

[Lucid:]

Now that we've gotten Espy all fattened up, we can eat her and survive longer. *A*

[Espy]

..........Uh. -paddles frantically for shore-

[Lucid:]

Yeeeeeeeeeeees. Come to me, my delicious. *A*

[Serra Britt]

-bops Lucid on the head-

Hey, no eating Espy...

Unless you share.

[Coda]

Just for the record, we're not late on the yearlies; we were never intending to have them out on the 1st and we haven't yet missed our original internal deadline -- we're running right on schedule so far.

[Espy]

-splutter-

-dives deeper-

[Lucid:]

:<
Aw. I don't like sharing.
I'll just....save her for later...

[Espy]

-twitches- I'm not a TV dinner, y'know...

[Serra Britt]

You aren't Espy? Are you suuuure?

I am hungry though.

[Espy]

Nomming on a bag of chips. The bag actually has a story to it, but...yeah. M-rated >.>

[Serra Britt]

I'm trying to figure out what kind of M-rated story would go with a bag of chips...

[Espy]

It's not so much the chips as the bag...someone splattered sourcream on it >.>

[Serra Britt]

Ohhhhhh. Now I understand PERFECTLY.

[Espy]

Ahaha, ha, haaah... Someone suggested something along the lines of a lunchboy. -headdesk headdesk headdesk-