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5 thoughts on “Entropy 101 28: Oh Bother -or- The Consequences of Gravity”
Rose
Ah gravity. Though fickle heartless bitch. You’ve foiled many a grand escape attempt.
Poor Rook even in the past he’s doomed to so much failure at the hands of the Voodoo. I do notice the good news that his acne has cleared at the least.
And as ever, the resident purveyor of follicular mayhem ends up a simple swath of red strands. I’m quite jealous. I wish I could tame my hair to be so useful.
Akonite
Magic proximity effect. He MIGHT have a sensitivity that causes him to age more rapidly than he should resulting in all his hair falling out and him being the horndog manchild we encounter in the future.
Of course that’s just me speculating.
Grymm
Uh yeah! What you two said and totally not the fact that I simply forgot to add 20 gallons of grease into the Rook! recipe this update.
Though obviously from the look of his shirt, there was at least 10 gallons of grease that made it in…
Grymm
That said, for those curious, the Rook! recipe is as follows:
30 gallons of used fast food grease.
Four cups of grit.
12 hair picks forever lost in the SHAME-FRO.
Old lint from the dryer (however much seems right at the time).
A couple of hours worth of X-Files recorded onto an old VHS tape with the commercials cut out.
The burning plastic smell of an overused CRT monitor that’s finally dying and the picture keeps warping and flickering and going black every few minutes.
AWESOME SHADES.
Vas
Ominous legs are ominous.