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It's a short one this time around--didn't get a chance to play earlier.

When we last left GreenVelvetCake she was gorging herself on ice cream. It doesn't seem to have improved her mood.

She begins ranting about something or other. Silverau is hungry despite the presence of a large pile of AUTUMN SALAD, swiftly becoming the staple dish of FandomSecrets House. Biohazard is concerned. The Human Embodiment of England is still failing to attract the mechanic. Dammit, man. He isn't even a bear. He is at best an otter. I can make you a bear. I can name it Siberia or something. Is there an Iceland?

Greece? Greece is probably another fucking bougey bishie, isn't he? Dammit.

SIlverau remembers the fire. Fingal politely asks she shut the fuck up. Noodle makes it home and is immediately yelled at. WHY IS THE PLUMBER STILL HERE IF HE'S SO UNHAPPY

Fingal collapses in a dirty puddle.

I make her at least wake up to answer her goddamn cell phone. What's this?

Dammit, Molly, that's not how it works. You've negged her sorely, now you must wait until she is too consumed by self-loathing not to desire your healing penis/penis substitute. You will never be a pickup artist.

That's none of my concern, though. Fingal naturally high tails it the fuck over to the Science Center. For some reason Molly is waiting between it and some kind of dirty creek rather than out front like a normal person.

Did we mention that Fingal is incredibly exhausted and suffering from crippling boob odor? She's also pretty damn surly. Molly isn't feeling it at first.

Fingal doesn't really help matters. It doesn't help that Molly is brainnumbingly boring in real life. I mean, sure, Cuntula the Dark Mistress from ShangrilaMush wore all black and spike heels and pointy bras but this is just drab as hell. A dirty apron? Really?

Good thing Fingal always wears skorts.

She does wake up eventually, though. Unfortunately it's as the goddamn Science Center closes. At least they still let them inside for a portrait, which seems utterly pointless but whatever, man. Whatever.

After they're finished with that Fingal starts her usual routine of crass innuendos.

"Hey baby, I'm gonna dip deep into your hot salsa."

"And then... we'll take some pichers. Whadaya say?"

And does it work? You bet. Molly's all over that. Fingal smiles. She's in.

Molly French wants the C

Back home a horrified teenage friend of either Biohazard or Silverau gapes in horror

MakingMistakes's anal plug starts buzzing. Oh MakingMistakes! That was a mistake indeed!

Noodle immediately goes out to mack on the waifish teenager. Would you be interested in some Game of Thrones cosplay? You can be Daenerys , and I can be the guy who angers Tumblr.

Oh shit my bladder.