“Pass the salt.”

“Wha-a?”

“I said, pass the salt. I can’t eat this crap without it.”

“SO picky. How did you even make it through the Upheaval?”

“Very funny. You know that I carried your sorry carcass out of the gates of hell and into this even worse version of a world.”

“Tsk. You’d think one would be more grateful to have survived the apocalypse and all.”

“Yeah, it’s a friggin’ joy to be here with you, with nothin’ to do but banter all day, eatin’ this miserable muck they pass off as food.” Continue Reading