Ah here we are again
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Again?
Can I just die now
Please
Please
Again
Hi all
That was warm out there
Hi all
That was warm out there
How did you go?
I really can't be fucked anymore.
But that being said. No Wonders, you cant.
But that being said. No Wonders, you cant.
Everyone cheer up. Pleaseeeee
Welcome back, I wasn't here but I missed you anyway
But I don’t like feeling sick.
Sorry
hope you feel better soonWelcome back, I wasn't here but I missed you anyway
Flying visit.
I both love and hate this place.
The internal conflict is just fucking tiring.
Hope you've had a great weekend Hugo
Well you'll get over being sick soon hopefully.
There is no getting over being dead.
So no, no dying.
I could be a ghost. Will make a change me doing the ghosting hahaha
Koala photo incoming...
Well it’s down to us to make you love it more then xx
No more ghosts please.
Here's another one of these for your reading pleasure.
Fish & Grapefruit: The Curious Case of the Catastrophic Cheese
It began like most disasters: with a phone call and a weird smell.
RINGGGGGG
Fish flopped across the office and picked up the phone upside down. “Detective Fish speaking. Unless you’re my landlord, in which case, I’m legally a puddle and cannot pay rent.”
“Um… hi. This is Storm.”
Fish froze.
Storm. The prettiest chickadee he'd ever seen. She had feathers like sunlight and the voice of someone who definitely didn’t want to date him.
She continued, “There’s a horrible smell coming from my fridge. Like… weaponized foot.”
Fish melted off his chair.
Grapefruit, reading a case file and slowly being crushed under the weight of Fish’s romantic delusion, groaned. “We are not taking a fridge case.”
Fish held the phone dramatically. “But Grapefruit… she’s got a problem. And I’ve got a nose for cheese.”
“You don’t even have a nose!”
Scene: Storm’s Apartment – 12:02 PM
Storm opened the door. “Thanks for coming. It’s getting worse. I think the cheese might be sentient.”
Fish tried to look cool, leaning on a lamp and accidentally turning it on with his butt fin.
Grapefruit stepped in, holding a clipboard and a gas mask. “Let’s locate the dairy of doom.”
Storm opened the fridge. A green, gooey block of cheese hissed at them.
Fish screamed. “IT KNOWS MY NAME.”
Enter the Team
Word had gotten out. This wasn’t just any cheese. This was Casumarzu Prime—an illegal, living cheese that developed attitude and occasionally voted in local elections.
Soon the gang showed up to help:
• Hope, the posh crow queen, flapped in wearing pearls. “Darling, that’s not cheese. That’s a biological threat with rind.”
• Maddie, the angry raccoon, shoved everyone aside. “I’M GONNA PUNCH IT IN THE FACE.”
• Lexi, the kind farmer horse, sniffed it. “This ain't from my dairy. My cows don’t grow moods.”
• Casey, the chilled-out platypus, just stared at it. “Bro… the cheese is vibing.”
• Wonderoo, the fashion-forward koala, wore a cheese-print scarf. “Honestly, it’s giving... moldcore couture.”
• Bailey, the skunk drummer, started a heavy metal beat. “Let’s rock the stink outta this town!”
• Tash, the cat, popped her head in. “Sup. Smells like regret.”
• Red, the genius penguin, put on goggles. “It’s mutating. Possibly sentient. Possibly French.”
• Sadie, the duck, danced near it. “Let’s tango before it goes airborne!”
• Hugo, the vegan thorny devil, screamed from the hallway. “BURN IT WITH PLANT-BASED FIRE!”
Cheese Showdown
Everyone formed a semi-circle around the fridge. The cheese growled.
Maddie charged. “IT CALLED ME 'STORE-BRAND'!”
Bailey drummed. Sadie tap-danced.
Wonderoo live-streamed. Red threw a science bomb (which turned out to be baking soda and glitter).
Grapefruit calmly took a Tupperware and scooped it up. “There. Contained.”
Fish swooned. “That… was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Storm smiled. “Thanks, Fish. You were brave.”
Fish stood taller. “I do what I can. Even though I’m 80% bones and insecurity.”
Later That Day
Back at the office, Fish doodled hearts around “Storm
Fish” on a notepad.
Grapefruit glanced over. “She’s not into you, Fish.”
Fish sighed. “Yeah. But for one shining moment… we both hated cheese.”
THE END
(And so the stink was solved… with science, sass, and one very sassy fruit.)
Fish & Grapefruit: The Curious Case of the Catastrophic Cheese
It began like most disasters: with a phone call and a weird smell.
RINGGGGGG
Fish flopped across the office and picked up the phone upside down. “Detective Fish speaking. Unless you’re my landlord, in which case, I’m legally a puddle and cannot pay rent.”
“Um… hi. This is Storm.”
Fish froze.
Storm. The prettiest chickadee he'd ever seen. She had feathers like sunlight and the voice of someone who definitely didn’t want to date him.
She continued, “There’s a horrible smell coming from my fridge. Like… weaponized foot.”
Fish melted off his chair.
Grapefruit, reading a case file and slowly being crushed under the weight of Fish’s romantic delusion, groaned. “We are not taking a fridge case.”
Fish held the phone dramatically. “But Grapefruit… she’s got a problem. And I’ve got a nose for cheese.”
“You don’t even have a nose!”
Scene: Storm’s Apartment – 12:02 PM
Storm opened the door. “Thanks for coming. It’s getting worse. I think the cheese might be sentient.”
Fish tried to look cool, leaning on a lamp and accidentally turning it on with his butt fin.
Grapefruit stepped in, holding a clipboard and a gas mask. “Let’s locate the dairy of doom.”
Storm opened the fridge. A green, gooey block of cheese hissed at them.
Fish screamed. “IT KNOWS MY NAME.”
Enter the Team
Word had gotten out. This wasn’t just any cheese. This was Casumarzu Prime—an illegal, living cheese that developed attitude and occasionally voted in local elections.
Soon the gang showed up to help:
• Hope, the posh crow queen, flapped in wearing pearls. “Darling, that’s not cheese. That’s a biological threat with rind.”
• Maddie, the angry raccoon, shoved everyone aside. “I’M GONNA PUNCH IT IN THE FACE.”
• Lexi, the kind farmer horse, sniffed it. “This ain't from my dairy. My cows don’t grow moods.”
• Casey, the chilled-out platypus, just stared at it. “Bro… the cheese is vibing.”
• Wonderoo, the fashion-forward koala, wore a cheese-print scarf. “Honestly, it’s giving... moldcore couture.”
• Bailey, the skunk drummer, started a heavy metal beat. “Let’s rock the stink outta this town!”
• Tash, the cat, popped her head in. “Sup. Smells like regret.”
• Red, the genius penguin, put on goggles. “It’s mutating. Possibly sentient. Possibly French.”
• Sadie, the duck, danced near it. “Let’s tango before it goes airborne!”
• Hugo, the vegan thorny devil, screamed from the hallway. “BURN IT WITH PLANT-BASED FIRE!”
Cheese Showdown
Everyone formed a semi-circle around the fridge. The cheese growled.
Maddie charged. “IT CALLED ME 'STORE-BRAND'!”
Bailey drummed. Sadie tap-danced.
Wonderoo live-streamed. Red threw a science bomb (which turned out to be baking soda and glitter).
Grapefruit calmly took a Tupperware and scooped it up. “There. Contained.”
Fish swooned. “That… was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Storm smiled. “Thanks, Fish. You were brave.”
Fish stood taller. “I do what I can. Even though I’m 80% bones and insecurity.”
Later That Day
Back at the office, Fish doodled hearts around “Storm
Fish” on a notepad. Grapefruit glanced over. “She’s not into you, Fish.”
Fish sighed. “Yeah. But for one shining moment… we both hated cheese.”
THE END
(And so the stink was solved… with science, sass, and one very sassy fruit.)
Enjoy your day. I’m going to go feel sorry for myself and watch Dancing with the stars.
