Laughideous
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Casually Oswald probed the thin sliver of arkham's cafeteria made jello meatloaf. Was it even cafeteria made, he questioned, his lips curling up in a face of disgust as some of the meat spontaneously moved by itself. No, never mind that, was it even editable?
A upset grumbled noise made from one of the local prisoners proved right away proved that answer. His head flipped, watching as one or the skinner inmates shot up from his table just in time to make an exit. He eyed briefly as the he man, how looked like he hadn't eaten a morsel in days, charged to the nearest exit.
"Excuse me sir." Smiling, he tilted his head to the large bulky figure on his right. He blinked, fluttering his eyes. He had been seated between two giant brutes, both bald and easily able to snap his neck in two. He wasn't just being friendly for a reason.
The man grumbled, not even responding. Oswald's eyes shortly laid on the pudding cup seated between a carton of milk and sliver of jello meat. He wasn't going to give up his treat that easily.
Blandly, Oswald smiled again, trying to hide the disgust on his face. Another whiff of the jello meat made him cringe. "Well, forgive me, I know it's none of my business, but I thought you should know, that man over there..." Oswald slowly stretched his neck, nodding to the guy sitting behind just a couple feet away. "said he's going to strangle you in your sleep." Oswald meet the man's look with a smile.
Gruffly, the man shot up and loomed away from his table. Oswald carefully reached for the pudding, bringing the cup to his face and taking a whiff as the sweet smell of vanilla broke free from the closed lid.
Standing up and grabbing a spoon, he began to make his escape, so he could hide away and enjoy his delicious two seconds of sweet sweet heaven.
His only mistake had he bumped into one of the asylums wackos. Looking up, he clutched his prize in fear and took a big step back, knocking into the same man from before.
The brute who's pudding he'd stolen.
Oswald gulped.
A upset grumbled noise made from one of the local prisoners proved right away proved that answer. His head flipped, watching as one or the skinner inmates shot up from his table just in time to make an exit. He eyed briefly as the he man, how looked like he hadn't eaten a morsel in days, charged to the nearest exit.
"Excuse me sir." Smiling, he tilted his head to the large bulky figure on his right. He blinked, fluttering his eyes. He had been seated between two giant brutes, both bald and easily able to snap his neck in two. He wasn't just being friendly for a reason.
The man grumbled, not even responding. Oswald's eyes shortly laid on the pudding cup seated between a carton of milk and sliver of jello meat. He wasn't going to give up his treat that easily.
Blandly, Oswald smiled again, trying to hide the disgust on his face. Another whiff of the jello meat made him cringe. "Well, forgive me, I know it's none of my business, but I thought you should know, that man over there..." Oswald slowly stretched his neck, nodding to the guy sitting behind just a couple feet away. "said he's going to strangle you in your sleep." Oswald meet the man's look with a smile.
Gruffly, the man shot up and loomed away from his table. Oswald carefully reached for the pudding, bringing the cup to his face and taking a whiff as the sweet smell of vanilla broke free from the closed lid.
Standing up and grabbing a spoon, he began to make his escape, so he could hide away and enjoy his delicious two seconds of sweet sweet heaven.
His only mistake had he bumped into one of the asylums wackos. Looking up, he clutched his prize in fear and took a big step back, knocking into the same man from before.
The brute who's pudding he'd stolen.
Oswald gulped.
