this trial wasnt nearly bad enough for sad song lyrics

[oh_worm]

[ A while after... All That, Beth puts together a. Party? Like objectively, this is a party.There's no music, which is a bummer, and no real decorations, but this is a fair shot at a party. In the Lobby, so there's no real getting around it, but if people want to just go back to their rooms she's not gonna judge them.

Audrey is contributing some ART, Penny contributed a veggie tray, there are some hot dogs and corn dogs run over from the Hot Dog Place, and beyond that there's... salad. So much salad. An unreasonable amount of butter lettuce salad with different dressings. Nothing (personally) fried, and nothing that requires anyone to spend too much time in the kitchen. Because like... screw that?

Anyway, welcome to the first afterparty. Aren't you glad you didn't leave it in the hands of a total shitpost? ]

Comments

[standsforrevenge]

Dude, I feel that! This party totally sucks!

[two people just died]

[dothebackslide]

[And its such a downer.]

This needs at at least three hype men.

[standsforrevenge]

[Gandhi looks very serious for a minute. He has. An idea.]

Check it- I'm an officially registered hype man. I count for like... one and a half hype men, at least.

[dothebackslide]

[He pulls out some measuring tape and quickly measure Ghandi's height.]

MORE LIKE HALF A HYPE MAN

[standsforrevenge]

[GASP.]

...That cuts me deep, man.

[dothebackslide]

Or cuts you short?

[standsforrevenge]

Look, bro, I can't help it! The original Gandhi was 5'5! I was kneecapped, man! Kneecapped!

[dothebackslide]

FRET NOT, MY TINY ASSOCIATE. PERHAPS THE BIGGEST OF HYPES COME FROM THE SMALLEST OF SOULS.