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lauralhthere was this like lizardy Komodo-dragon-esque thing, which could change shapes every hour, and it changed into a tiny cute little puppy, but it was still eeeeevil and started biting and, well, I knew I'd have to get it dead. Normally I'd just drop it off at the local Puppy Auschwitz, but it being a Friday night I had to find other avenues of destruction. After a false start at a laundromat, I finally find the incinerator of a chinese restaurant and drop it off with relief. As the hour deadline was getting close, and it was being rather nip-friendly as a result.
That's the most vivid image, the rest, being lost in the labyrinthian chinese restaurant+museum, running from the assassins who planted the lizard-cum-puppy in the first place, and trying to find where Steve was drinking - is a bit more dim. But yeah, any fears I had about my creativity being lost are gone.
That's the most vivid image, the rest, being lost in the labyrinthian chinese restaurant+museum, running from the assassins who planted the lizard-cum-puppy in the first place, and trying to find where Steve was drinking - is a bit more dim. But yeah, any fears I had about my creativity being lost are gone.
