...or on ice cream
in a fog (i'm the one in a fog, go to sleep late),left hand rob comes into the cube to declare that he finally got sleep and had a weird vegas dream.
"so everyone's getting into cabs in this weird funeral procession. and the cabs are all going to friendlys. and i see you, and scoop and the k waiting for me but, i waive you guys on thinking i'll get in the next cab but they keep on going by. eventually i get a cab and i say to myself finally, i'm ging to get some ice cream. then the alarm goes off. you know bastard, when i was young i was used to my brain dicking me over about women in my dreams but, dicking me over about ice cream is just plain wrong."
it seems the spectre of las veags still haunts us here at the dead animal lined halls of killing stuff monthly.