"Yeah. Not here, though. Just another businessman. With a gold obsession. If I got kidnapped, he probably wouldn't pay my ransom because I insult my family by allowing lesser being to touch me." He clenches his fists.
'What does he do?'
"He ships cheap, heavily-processed garbage to restaurants across the planet for them to serve. One of the biggest food distribution companies in the world. Most eateries are the same these days, and it's just a competition to see who can heat up his frozen (gp) the fastest." He grumbles. "He beats his own (gp)ing bodyguards. With a barbed whip."
'Ugh, sounds like a bad dude. Do you want to get away from him?'
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He smiles faintly. "Never heard of dandelion tea... I gotta try that now." He places his purse on the table and takes out a chocolate bar. "I got the good stuff. Real cacao beans, fresh milk, even got warm spices in it." He offers it. "Don't tell anyone, but it's amazing in hot chocolate and cake."
She digs around in a purse besides her feet and hands him a few tea bags "I'll trade you dear."
She takes the chocolate and unwraps it, smelling it. She beams brightly "Cinnamon.. cardamom perhaps? Cloves.."
He delicately seals the tea bags in a plastic container before stashing it in his bag. "And nutmeg. This one doesn't have ginger in it, but some of them do. My dad likes those ones, so he always gets to them first." He rubs the back of his paw. "He says it's not good for my fur to eat too much chocolate..."
"I think chocolate is the beauty of life my dear. Something little and sweet, something perfect in a way."
*Mocha chocolate cake, made with genuine coffee beans*
When it comes down to it, sugar is the most addictive chemical a human body can ingest. But what happens when it's mixed with other drugs?
A thick white fog hangs over one of the booths in the Sweet Tooth, a short and stout feline figure barely visible through it
Next to them is a man in a trenchcoat, reading some sort of scientific text
"Strongest I've made yet." Says the man with a sharp smile, his ears and muzzle twitching in delight before he notices the reader.
"Hello, fine sir. Might I be able to help you?"
'Perhaps. What is it that you've made?'
The fog clears, revealing the full feline. He's quite large, but short, features looking similar to a British Shorthair, his fur a deep brown, eyes golden. He wears a large zipped up Carhartt jacket made of thick denim, accompanied by large baggy jeans
"Nothing short of perfection, aided by just a little bit of Red Syrup."
'Mind if you elaborate? It sounds really fascinating'
"Have you ever partaken in a joint?" he asks, cocking his head. "Well, this particular strain of leaf was grown with Red Syrup to irrigate it's roots instead of water, enhancing the flavor and the addictive nature."
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"He ships cheap, heavily-processed garbage to restaurants across the planet for them to serve. One of the biggest food distribution companies in the world. Most eateries are the same these days, and it's just a competition to see who can heat up his frozen (gp) the fastest." He grumbles. "He beats his own (gp)ing bodyguards. With a barbed whip."
'Ugh, sounds like a bad dude. Do you want to get away from him?'
"Nah. I know how to avoid angering him. I can't say the same for everyone else in the world. Besides, I'm super puntable, you know?" He places some gold pieces on the table. "And if I leave, he'll find out anyway. Doesn't want me bringing dishonor to the company."
"He ships cheap, heavily-processed garbage to restaurants across the planet for them to serve. One of the biggest food distribution companies in the world. Most eateries are the same these days, and it's just a competition to see who can heat up his frozen (gp) the fastest." He grumbles. "He beats his own (gp)ing bodyguards. With a barbed whip."
'Ugh, sounds like a bad dude. Do you want to get away from him?'
"Nah. I know how to avoid angering him. I can't say the same for everyone else in the world. Besides, I'm super puntable, you know?" He places some gold pieces on the table. "And if I leave, he'll find out anyway. Doesn't want me bringing dishonor to the company."
'What if you left off-world?'
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He delicately seals the tea bags in a plastic container before stashing it in his bag. "And nutmeg. This one doesn't have ginger in it, but some of them do. My dad likes those ones, so he always gets to them first." He rubs the back of his paw. "He says it's not good for my fur to eat too much chocolate..."
"I think chocolate is the beauty of life my dear. Something little and sweet, something perfect in a way."
He smiles for real this time. "Chocolate really is nice. I like to mix mine with peppers. Like, uh, Azer Hot Chocolate. It's my favorite." His posture becomes more relaxed.
He delicately seals the tea bags in a plastic container before stashing it in his bag. "And nutmeg. This one doesn't have ginger in it, but some of them do. My dad likes those ones, so he always gets to them first." He rubs the back of his paw. "He says it's not good for my fur to eat too much chocolate..."
"I think chocolate is the beauty of life my dear. Something little and sweet, something perfect in a way."
He smiles for real this time. "Chocolate really is nice. I like to mix mine with peppers. Like, uh, Azer Hot Chocolate. It's my favorite." His posture becomes more relaxed.
"Sounds delicious. A nice bit of spice to something sweet." She nods, sipping her tea.
"Nah. I know how to avoid angering him. I can't say the same for everyone else in the world. Besides, I'm super puntable, you know?" He places some gold pieces on the table. "And if I leave, he'll find out anyway. Doesn't want me bringing dishonor to the company."
'What if you left off-world?'
"Well, he's not from this world either. I know I said this planet, but he's got like seven systems under his thumb. And they hate him too."
"Nah. I know how to avoid angering him. I can't say the same for everyone else in the world. Besides, I'm super puntable, you know?" He places some gold pieces on the table. "And if I leave, he'll find out anyway. Doesn't want me bringing dishonor to the company."
'What if you left off-world?'
"Well, he's not from this world either. I know I said this planet, but he's got like seven systems under his thumb. And they hate him too."
'Does he have the grand power of a galactic empire under his thumb? I know powerful people, who could have a job for you. And you'd never have to see your father again'
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*Mocha chocolate cake, made with genuine coffee beans*
When it comes down to it, sugar is the most addictive chemical a human body can ingest. But what happens when it's mixed with other drugs?
A thick white fog hangs over one of the booths in the Sweet Tooth, a short and stout feline figure barely visible through it
Next to them is a man in a trenchcoat, reading some sort of scientific text
"Strongest I've made yet." Says the man with a sharp smile, his ears and muzzle twitching in delight before he notices the reader.
"Hello, fine sir. Might I be able to help you?"
'Perhaps. What is it that you've made?'
The fog clears, revealing the full feline. He's quite large, but short, features looking similar to a British Shorthair, his fur a deep brown, eyes golden. He wears a large zipped up Carhartt jacket made of thick denim, accompanied by large baggy jeans
"Nothing short of perfection, aided by just a little bit of Red Syrup."
'Mind if you elaborate? It sounds really fascinating'
"Have you ever partaken in a joint?" he asks, cocking his head. "Well, this particular strain of leaf was grown with Red Syrup to irrigate it's roots instead of water, enhancing the flavor and the addictive nature."
'I can't say I have, but I know the theory. This is a magnificent idea. Is it for sale?' He starts to scribble something down in his notepad
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He smiles for real this time. "Chocolate really is nice. I like to mix mine with peppers. Like, uh, Azer Hot Chocolate. It's my favorite." His posture becomes more relaxed.
"Sounds delicious. A nice bit of spice to something sweet." She nods, sipping her tea.
"What do you like? Other than chocolate, I mean." He couldn't be older than 20.
*Mocha chocolate cake, made with genuine coffee beans*
When it comes down to it, sugar is the most addictive chemical a human body can ingest. But what happens when it's mixed with other drugs?
A thick white fog hangs over one of the booths in the Sweet Tooth, a short and stout feline figure barely visible through it
Next to them is a man in a trenchcoat, reading some sort of scientific text
"Strongest I've made yet." Says the man with a sharp smile, his ears and muzzle twitching in delight before he notices the reader.
"Hello, fine sir. Might I be able to help you?"
'Perhaps. What is it that you've made?'
The fog clears, revealing the full feline. He's quite large, but short, features looking similar to a British Shorthair, his fur a deep brown, eyes golden. He wears a large zipped up Carhartt jacket made of thick denim, accompanied by large baggy jeans
"Nothing short of perfection, aided by just a little bit of Red Syrup."
'Mind if you elaborate? It sounds really fascinating'
"Have you ever partaken in a joint?" he asks, cocking his head. "Well, this particular strain of leaf was grown with Red Syrup to irrigate it's roots instead of water, enhancing the flavor and the addictive nature."
'I can't say I have, but I know the theory. This is a magnificent idea. Is it for sale?' He starts to scribble something down in his notepad
"The idea itself? No, no, but you can purchase some of the product. Erase what you're writing, please, I have a patent."
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"Well, he's not from this world either. I know I said this planet, but he's got like seven systems under his thumb. And they hate him too."
'Does he have the grand power of a galactic empire under his thumb? I know powerful people, who could have a job for you. And you'd never have to see your father again'
"Well, he's only got kind of an empire. He doesn't have any military or production, just shipping and processing. But I... I don't think leaving is a good idea."
He smiles for real this time. "Chocolate really is nice. I like to mix mine with peppers. Like, uh, Azer Hot Chocolate. It's my favorite." His posture becomes more relaxed.
"Sounds delicious. A nice bit of spice to something sweet." She nods, sipping her tea.
"What do you like? Other than chocolate, I mean." He couldn't be older than 20.
"Well, I am a local teashop my dear, most of interests mostly lie in herbal remedies and the study of plants known as botany!"
"Well, he's not from this world either. I know I said this planet, but he's got like seven systems under his thumb. And they hate him too."
'Does he have the grand power of a galactic empire under his thumb? I know powerful people, who could have a job for you. And you'd never have to see your father again'
"Well, he's only got kind of an empire. He doesn't have any military or production, just shipping and processing. But I... I don't think leaving is a good idea."
'Very well. But if you ever want to fight back, just a little, I can help you. Completely confidential and secure, of course'
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*Mocha chocolate cake, made with genuine coffee beans*
When it comes down to it, sugar is the most addictive chemical a human body can ingest. But what happens when it's mixed with other drugs?
A thick white fog hangs over one of the booths in the Sweet Tooth, a short and stout feline figure barely visible through it
Next to them is a man in a trenchcoat, reading some sort of scientific text
"Strongest I've made yet." Says the man with a sharp smile, his ears and muzzle twitching in delight before he notices the reader.
"Hello, fine sir. Might I be able to help you?"
'Perhaps. What is it that you've made?'
The fog clears, revealing the full feline. He's quite large, but short, features looking similar to a British Shorthair, his fur a deep brown, eyes golden. He wears a large zipped up Carhartt jacket made of thick denim, accompanied by large baggy jeans
"Nothing short of perfection, aided by just a little bit of Red Syrup."
'Mind if you elaborate? It sounds really fascinating'
"Have you ever partaken in a joint?" he asks, cocking his head. "Well, this particular strain of leaf was grown with Red Syrup to irrigate it's roots instead of water, enhancing the flavor and the addictive nature."
'I can't say I have, but I know the theory. This is a magnificent idea. Is it for sale?' He starts to scribble something down in his notepad
"The idea itself? No, no, but you can purchase some of the product. Erase what you're writing, please, I have a patent."
'A patent? Where from?'
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"What do you like? Other than chocolate, I mean." He couldn't be older than 20.
"Well, I am a local teashop my dear, most of interests mostly lie in herbal remedies and the study of plants known as botany!"
"My second mom knew botany. She had this big garden of exotic plants. It's still there, but it's not doing very well. Do you think you could teach me?" His tail swishes a bit.
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"What do you like? Other than chocolate, I mean." He couldn't be older than 20.
"Well, I am a local teashop my dear, most of interests mostly lie in herbal remedies and the study of plants known as botany!"
"My second mom knew botany. She had this big garden of exotic plants. It's still there, but it's not doing very well. Do you think you could teach me?" His tail swishes a bit.
"But of course." She nods "I have a lovely selection of herbs and spices you can borrow from."
'Ugh, sounds like a bad dude. Do you want to get away from him?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"I think chocolate is the beauty of life my dear. Something little and sweet, something perfect in a way."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Have you ever partaken in a joint?" he asks, cocking his head. "Well, this particular strain of leaf was grown with Red Syrup to irrigate it's roots instead of water, enhancing the flavor and the addictive nature."
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"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
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"Nah. I know how to avoid angering him. I can't say the same for everyone else in the world. Besides, I'm super puntable, you know?" He places some gold pieces on the table. "And if I leave, he'll find out anyway. Doesn't want me bringing dishonor to the company."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'What if you left off-world?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
He smiles for real this time. "Chocolate really is nice. I like to mix mine with peppers. Like, uh, Azer Hot Chocolate. It's my favorite." His posture becomes more relaxed.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Sounds delicious. A nice bit of spice to something sweet." She nods, sipping her tea.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Well, he's not from this world either. I know I said this planet, but he's got like seven systems under his thumb. And they hate him too."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Does he have the grand power of a galactic empire under his thumb? I know powerful people, who could have a job for you. And you'd never have to see your father again'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
'I can't say I have, but I know the theory. This is a magnificent idea. Is it for sale?' He starts to scribble something down in his notepad
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"What do you like? Other than chocolate, I mean." He couldn't be older than 20.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"The idea itself? No, no, but you can purchase some of the product. Erase what you're writing, please, I have a patent."
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
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"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
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My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
"Well, he's only got kind of an empire. He doesn't have any military or production, just shipping and processing. But I... I don't think leaving is a good idea."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Well, I am a local teashop my dear, most of interests mostly lie in herbal remedies and the study of plants known as botany!"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
'Very well. But if you ever want to fight back, just a little, I can help you. Completely confidential and secure, of course'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
'A patent? Where from?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"My second mom knew botany. She had this big garden of exotic plants. It's still there, but it's not doing very well. Do you think you could teach me?" His tail swishes a bit.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"From the Federal office, of course."
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"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
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"But of course." She nods "I have a lovely selection of herbs and spices you can borrow from."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
'So, business is booming, then?'
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