My #boydinner today has been. Uh. Air. And a cigarette.
You s)+|ould consume real food.
Pretty sure Hal is going to force feed me now that I posted that, so.
Perhaps.
Most likely. He exited my vents like a fucking xenomorph this morning, he's done weirder shit.
I could very well do the same.
Oh no.
[I'm in your goddamn walls. And you will be fed.]
I knooow...