Gamestop

GothicTundra: -spaghetti flows from my pockets as a single tear rolls down my face, looking straight up into the heavens with a questioning face-
PrincessofSmiles: .. Well, on that note, i'm just going to back away slowly and leave... talk to you later guys! ;D
GothicTundra: ...Yeah, that's right
BeyondBirthday: *decides to go back to sorting out my gotties*
GothicTundra: -rice trickles out after the spaghetti as I look away smugly-



Dichos>GothicTundra: at gamestop
Dichos>GothicTundra: selling some newb a hoers
GothicTundra: basically
Dichos>GothicTundra: the spaghetti
Dichos>GothicTundra: it fills my throat
Dichos>GothicTundra: I can't restrain it
GothicTundra: rice slowly begins to trickle out of my wounds
Dichos>GothicTundra: I open my mouth and vomit spaghetti