Map of the Town

Well I can, it's just that this one is somewhere in here and it would be easier just to keep it.
He opens his satchel, and pulls out tons of objects, including (but not limited to) a barbecue, a lawn chair, a box o toothpicks, a bag of coal, plenty of lighters, marshmallows, hot dog packages, cans of TaB, a lot of bottles of booze, gravy, a live turkey, and a large stack of books with such titles of "How to Kill (and grill) a Mockingbird", "500 Recipies Involving Trolls", "A Cannibals Guide to Humans", "Cherub Wings and Things", "Horrorterror Fillet" and "Cooking Carapaces for Dummies"
As you can see, it can be quite impossible to find it.

((Have "Asmoranomardicadaistinaculdacar, the underworld cookbook among that stuff, please))

EDIT:
((Aww yes, I still know the name by heart, not a single spelling error in Asmoranomardicadaistinaculdacar))

*Ms. Paint looks like she's about to be sick as she reads some of the titles*

c[ Ugh! That is just... ugh! ]

(( My phone won't let me copy and paste it.))
Hon, when your the personification of eating, you pig out. Then you eat that pig. Long story short, I can't help myself. If it weren't for my job, Jim over there would have been turned into a pie.

((What exactly is Slick doing while his girlfriend is arguing with a demon?))

TheGreatMindfang wrote:

((What exactly is Slick doing while his girlfriend is arguing with a demon?))

(( Readin the cook books obviously. ))

((i was away having a subway with friends i told shaula i thought she might have told you))

*jim shrinks further into the shadows and slick rolls his eyes and pulls out his war chest*

*open it and dumps the context before opening the false bottom and pulling out a whole dead pig*

< trade? 3<

DEAL!
Gluttony yanks the bird out and gives it to Slick. He leaps on the pig, a large mess ensues. Though surprisingly, not a scarp is left. He pats a bloody napkin on his mouth.
Sorry you had to see that.

((Slick why the fuck is there a dead pig in there))

((Gluttony... yeah, I've seen Boxcars eat, I'm unfazable when it comes to food-based wtfs))

*packs his chest back up and puts his card deck back into his pockets and cradles the raven in his arm*

< cheers and yeah i seen worse from boxcars 3<

< paint shall we carry on? 3<

Sandstriker wrote:

(( My phone won't let me copy and paste it.))

((Why would you need to dopy and paste Asmoranomardicadaistinaculdacar?))

((Jegus slick so original how did you come up with that boxcars comment))

((Also what is Asmoranomardicadaistinaculdacar))

((Not copypasted btw))

((Good work))

((As a reward, have a link))

((Asmoranomardicadaistinaculdacar))

((Ah))

((interesting))

*Paint glares at Gluttony with disgust*

c[ Yes, let's go. ]

((Her story is rather simply but it's one of my favourite stories of all time))

((Why would you need an incinerator in the underworld? :I ))

((And why would it send things to the overworld instead of just burning them?))

((MTG underworld isn't exactly hell))

((It's where the Demons and similar creatures live))

((The incinerator doesn't))

((The imps were to lazy to use the incinerator))

*heads off towards the lab*

*Follows Slick*

Gluttony waves good bye. He turns back to Jim.

*jim looks at gluttony*

Gluttony clears his throat.
So... What do you do for fun? Oh wait, unintelligent... Hm. Perhaps I should have gotten a file to figure out what to do with Jim while we wait, besides watch him of course.

((Take him for walkies in the direction of anyone you particularly dislike!))

((Wait, fuck, that's me isn't it...))

((NEVERMIND))