I'll be honest, it sounds like a pretty fucked workweek plus I've never exactly imagined myself working a job with a uniform that sounds like pretty undeniably culty, per se, but life has been full of surprises so far. But I am totally considering hopping canons as of my last conversation vis a vis responsibilities with Dirk, so I'll keep open to it.

[He lets the cider get stolen. It's only fair, and they can always get more anyway. Various halloween decorations drop from the ceiling, attempting to startle them. Dave doesn't react until he lets out a single shudder. Speaking of Dirk and his ministrations.]

Ugh. Why did I say we should do this? It's all fuckin' puppets. Or like, dolls, I guess. Animal puppets. It's like a parade of abominations that shouldn't have skeletons in the first place, which I admit is pretty funny?