Week 8

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Thanks to Freddie, it seems as though you’ve dealt your first, honest blow to Randall. Truly a fitting end to the Randall Rech Zone. Sadly, you’re still stuck here, but something inside you is nagging at you to keep your head up. This late in the game, nobody has to be willing to resort to murder.

...Right?

12 people remain]

[SUNDAY MONDAY TUESDAY WEDNESDAY THURSDAY]

Comments

[sorrydoods]

I haven't tried too much...but how hard can it be?

[Stan]

[stanbyme]

...Eh, this ain't my house, what's the worst you could do?

[sorrydoods]

Exactly! Plus, I think if I got the temperature high enough, I could probably get them done in super fast!

[Stan everyone here could burn to death]

[stanbyme]

If you try that you just get raw in the middle and black on the outside. You’ve made s’mores before, right? If you set the dang marshmallow on fire, the middle don’t melt.

[sorrydoods]

[...it's something, I guess]

Oh, yeah. So probably just cook them at a normal temperature, right?

[stanbyme]

Atta boy. Didn't your abuelita teach you how to cook, Soos?

[sorrydoods]

Well, she tried, but...someone kinda called the fire department to say there was a lot of smoke coming from one of the windows, so we kinda had to stop.

[Stan do you not remember the time he tried to work at Greasy's Diner and the entire lower half of his body caught fire]

[stanbyme]

[Look, he didn't technically get fired from the diner, maybe that was a fluke.]

Well, y'know what, all men oughta be able to feed themselves breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

[sorrydoods]

Well, yeah, but if I try practicing here, I'm kinda afraid I might burn this whole place down, and...that sounds like a really bad idea.

[Not much else he can do about it, really.]