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[tiny-chef.livejournal.com]

Hey guys!

I feel better now!

- Remy

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[threepwood]

Is that where you've been? And here I just thought you were just still mad at me.

- Guybrush Threepwood, Mighty Pirate

[same handwriting forever]

[tiny-chef.livejournal.com]

Why was I mad at you? Did you throw any more rats in soup?

[threepwood]

[An ink blot.]

You know, if you can't remember why you were mad and neither can I, maybe we can also forget that I ever mentioned that incident to you? How was I supposed to know you were so concerned about the soup's feelings?

[tiny-chef.livejournal.com]

I don't think the rat was happy about it either.

[threepwood]

Yeah, you're probably right.

[More blots, false starts, and a little squiggle as he tries to think of how to apologize for advancing plot, but he gives up and leaves it at that.]

[tiny-chef.livejournal.com]

I know.

Why were you talking all weird like that before those things attacked us?

[threepwood]

It turns out a lot of people couldn't understand one another that night, if what I've heard is right. It wasn't just you and me, though I figured you'd gone into Frenchman mode because you were mad at me for the aforementioned forgotten reason.

[tiny-chef.livejournal.com]

I'm French. It's not my fault that you suddenly forgot how to speak it.

[threepwood]

I don't speak French. I speak English and Manatee, kind of.

[tiny-chef.livejournal.com]

What do you mean?

You speak French all the time, except right before those things showed up.

[threepwood]

Noooooo, I'm pretty sure I speak English all the time and the only reason we understand each other is because of some magical voodoo translator doohicky that probably doesn't work in Mega-Monkey Mode.

Believe me, I would know if I was speaking that garbled mess you call a language. I only know three phrases in it, none of them useful.

[tiny-chef.livejournal.com]

Magical Mega-Monkey what?

I'm pretty sure you speak French. You sound just like Linguini and Colette when you talk.

[threepwood]

And you sound more like the proprietor of a Used Ship Emporium when you talk than the crazy French doctor who wanted to dissect me for science, lack of accent and all.

We both know what language we speak, so I'm thinking the voodoo translator theory holds water.

[tiny-chef.livejournal.com]

Voodoo?

I don't understand half the things you say.

[threepwood]

Elaine tells me that when I've been dipping into the grognog during holidays.

[Another blot. Aww, he made himself sad.]

Voodoo is this magical [blot] stuff that when you get the right ingredients together can do powerful things, like curse people and kill ghosts. And sometimes tell you where to go if you're all out of ideas.

[tiny-chef.livejournal.com]

Does voodoo know how to get to the kitchen?

[threepwood]

A map could tell you how to get to the kitchen.

[tiny-chef.livejournal.com]

Well, yes, but it can't get me there.

[threepwood]

That's what your feet are for.

[tiny-chef.livejournal.com]

You saw what happened when we tried to use our feet.

[threepwood]

The right kind of voodoo could get rid of those demon toads, probably. Until then, you'll just have to try again. Those things aren't out every night. It was just bad luck.

[tiny-chef.livejournal.com]

[Some hesitation marks on the paper.]

Demon toads?

So can you make the right voodoo?

[threepwood]

Demon toads or whatever those things attacking us were.

And no. I usually turn to a friend to help me when it comes to getting the recipe. I'm better at finding the ingredients and performing the voodoo.

[tiny-chef.livejournal.com]

I thought they were more like cats or something. Did you get a good look at them?

So what you're saying is no, voodoo isn't going to help me get to the kitchen.

[threepwood]

It was dark, I'd lost my flashlight, you were in Frenchman mode, and we were being attacked by ankle-biting rat monsters. No, I didn't really get a good look at them when I wasn't swatting them away with my shovel.

And no, voodoo probably isn't going to help you get to the kitchen unless you know where to get an appropriate recipe. You'd be better off finding a buddy with a map and a weapon and the two of you walking there and hoping the monsters are feeling charitable.

[vstheworld]

Good to hear, buddy!

Wait when were you not feeling better?

- Scott Pilgrim

[tiny-chef.livejournal.com]

I've been in my room. Some nasty things bit me in the hall when I was trying to go to the kitchen.

[vstheworld]

Oh dude I didn't know! Sorry! There are some pretty nasty pests around here sometimes. They didn't get you too bad did they?

[tiny-chef.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but I'm all right. It healed fast. I didn't know it would hurt so much.

[vstheworld]

Well at least it was just the once and you survived it, right? I've gotten banged up a few times now (among other things) since coming here. So at least you don't have my luck.

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[scarefaux]

I'm very glad to hear that, Remy! I was thinking about you just last night.

- The Scarecrow

[tiny-chef.livejournal.com]

Why last night?

I've been sleeping a lot.

[scarefaux]

A friend of a friend disapp isn't around anymore, and since I'd not seen you in a while, I was worried the same might have happened to you.

[tiny-chef.livejournal.com]

Oh. That's too

Wouldn't that be a good thing?

[scarefaux]

It'd be good if she actually made it home, but it's more likely she was "released" after "recovering."

[tiny-chef.livejournal.com]

Did somebody visit her?

[scarefaux]

I don't know. She was a friend of a friend, and all I know is that she was gone by the time we reached her room.

I'm sorry to say I do know that sleeping a lot isn't a good sign.

[bitpartgod.livejournal.com]

Oh, good! I was really getting worried for a minute there.

- Kibitoshin

[tiny-chef.livejournal.com]

Don't worry, I'm fine.

I don't know why I never get to go to the kitchen, though.

[bitpartgod.livejournal.com]

You still haven't made it there? You're kidding! Maybe tonight'll be the night.