Goyfie: “You never ask me for help.”
“I ask you for help ALL THE TIME. Mostly so I can run back home.”
Goyfie: “So I did good?”
“Uhhh, sure. Super good. (Fucking hell)”
Goblin: “You can cook, you can sew; you’re basically a trad wife.”
“Being able to feed and clothe ppl is incredibly basic IMO. I should be focusing on primary industries.
YOU have grown taller since we’ve met. Were you secretly younger than you once claimed?”
Goblin: “That’s a tonne of work.”
“You were given the handle of a business that existed since before you were in preschool. It’s a shitty bar, all marks pointed to a remarkable failure. Until I turned up. Ruined the whole educational experience. I made a staff bar,”
The otter was obviously playing towards the end.
However, I affirm their decision to flee.
“Playing” by wild animals standards could still result in a serious bite, or even a lost digit…
If I was there, I’d tell them all to swim to the closest shore. Then I’d jump and start swimming to the 2nd closest shore.
There’s power in numbers, but on the good chance the otter swims after me, I’m confident.
We could communicate somehow physically, or I’ll bop ‘em.
I did casually throw out the idea of adding scorpions or spiders to the terrarium idea, which shut down the whole proposal immediately. I went from 0 ‘no pets’ allies, to a full consensus ‘let’s talk about this later’.
A political ‘Coup de Grâs’.
This whole thing happened hours ago. I won FYI.
Using the sensible arguments:
1) Dogs, cats, and free range mammals are barred unless we seek pet insurance, increasing rent.
2) We can only have one, so deciding where they sleep will become a fight.
3) Upkeep cost.
Goyfie: “House meeting!”
Overreaching, but sure.
Goyfie: “We need a house pet.”
Goblin and Dude Roomie look at me, Goyfie is staring at me through side eyes. I’m not going to move a muscle. Like a mouse in viper’s den. Every move…equals misfortune.
….I’d be the one caring for them. I’ve already got 3 dependants! I don’t need a 4th.
Unless they’re cute and interesting like an axolotl. I don’t think I’ll win in any votes with my axolotl idea.
Damn this cultural divide!
Goyfie: “House meeting!”
Overreaching, but sure.
Goyfie: “We need a house pet.”
Goblin and Dude Roomie look at me, Goyfie is staring at me through side eyes. I’m not going to move a muscle. Like a mouse in viper’s den. Every move…equals misfortune.
The only way out is through.
“What kind of pet?”
The only way I’m going to win this argument is squeezing the ever loving life out of it until everyone grows tired of it. We can’t have most pets here under the lease agreements. We could, but knowing this lot…