in the corner of your eye, you spot Åke staring at you menacingly
You're wounded
he offers to heal you but you notice him placing various ointments and instruments on the table including but not limited to a trumpet and oil
What do you do?

mmmmmm pudding

+rep absolutely sweaty armpits like on god ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ drenched in sweet sweat

-Hey Sarge, where we off?
-We off to meet a lad called Elite.
-You mean we're gonna become cartographers?
- no perkins me boy, Elite might be a catrographer in the eyes of Chlep but to yall and I, he's a jumper in hell.
-just a minute! How Sarge?
-You know Chlep boys, he's on coke he's got no clue what's going on.

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