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[ladybirdcrap]

You finally set off from the Bed & Breakfast with full tummies and high spirits. It's well into the mid afternoon, and you have a lot of ground to cover before the next landmark. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to be possible for you sorry sons of bitches to make it there before sundown. On your way down the beaten path, you come across a dairy farmer's caravan of cheesy goods. They seem nice and homely enough, maybe they'll be willing to help you stragglers along the way.

[Mission: Hitch a ride from the dairy farmer]

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[sawedoff]

[that's not how hitching a ride works, derek, have you never slummed it]

Whatever direction you're going, man. We could kinda use a ride.

[ladybirdcrap]

Northbound to Hashch, friends. We'll gladly transport you, however if we're to carry you the whole way you can at least make yourselves useful.

[nods over shoulder to some guys processing milk by hand in the back of a cart]

[enjoy yourselves]

[pareidoll]

[lets go team!]

[!!!]

[yeah this smells. this sucks]

[sawedoff]

Northbound to Hashch it is.

[sounds titillating. do you get the distinct impression he didn't even check the map]

[climbs into milk cart. at least its less smelly than the cheese cart. sucks for the cheese losers]

[fairyvagina]

[cheese loser]

[thisbites]

[ to ditch sookie to the cheese and save his nose, or to be a bro. ]

[ pack loyaltyyyyyyy. ]

[ gets into cheese cart. ]

[ladybirdcrap]

Off we go, boys!

[the carts start rolling as soon as everyone's picked a team]

[idontknowthepassword]

YOU GET BACK HERE WITH THOSE GOOD FOR NOTHINGS

[fatly chases down path with one shoe in her hand]

[pareidoll]

Nice timing.

[good thing she's fat]

[idontknowthepassword]

You'll regret this!

[chucks shoe]

[smacks owen in the head]

[inenochian]

[winces. ]

[frogface]

Oi!

[rubs nose]

FAT CHANCE FROM A SLAG THAT CAN'T EVEN MAKE A PROPER PIZZA WELL INSTRUCTED! WHO FUCKS UP A PIZZA?

[sawedoff]

[dodged the shoe. sorry not sorry owen]

You tried to get a pizza in middle earth?

[frogface]

I was desperate. I mean roll of dough, sauce, meat, cheese. How do you fuck it up?

[sawedoff]

[shakes head. judging. and a little jealous he didn't think of it first, but clearly it was for the best]

Don't tell me. I don't want to ruin my last good memory of junk food.

[itd be like brushing your teeth right after eating something delicious and forgetting the taste.]

[frogface]

You missed out on the burger though.

[theburger]

[daydreams]

Nice little pub in some westend town. I nearly cried. Even the chips were properly crisp, a little off, but I could pretend....

[fairyvagina]

[everyone bumrushed the good cart. this is what she gets for lurking more near the back]

Sorry...you probably coulda made it on the other one.

[thisbites]

[ oh shut up, say the eyebrows. ]

I probably could've.

[ shifts to try and wedge his shoulders in amongst the medium cheddars. ]

[fairyvagina]

It can't be all too fun with that--

[bolts up to stop a wheel from wriggling off the top and knocking him in the head. sort of just awkwardly hovers there with her fairyness all up in his space holding it up until she can figure out how to secure it]

--nose of yours.

[thisbites]

[ braced on three sides by cheese, the fourth side is just straight up fairy in his face. ]

[ oh god, where do i put my hands. ]

...Thanks.

[ holds one of them out to take the wheel from her so she can brace herself before the road gets any bumpier. ]

[fairyvagina]

[snorts like dude chill out]

Sorry. These things are heavier than they look-

[slowly backs away. steadily letting cheese wheel down into his hand]

[thisbites]

[ lifts his other hand out to catch the thing. ]

Couple pounds? [ sits forward as she backs away, ready to re-stack it back where it belongs. ]

[fairyvagina]

More than that.

[shuffles back into seat and grabs onto cheese wall as they hit another bump]

Then again I've got chicken arms compared to you.

[thisbites]

[ gives her arms and shoulders a glance. maybe there's a bit of a glance below her shoulders, but maybe not. ]

Maybe, but you've got quick reflexes.

[fairyvagina]

[lifts hand off cheese wall and rests arms across her knees]

Hardly call catchin' a cheese anythin' worth boastin' about.