Damn it all. I always forget to time my delivery order so that they don’t arrive while I’m waist-deep in communing with dark forces. How am I going to explain the sulfuric smell to the Dominoes Pizza guy who’s most definitely also a spy sent by the witch.
Speaking personally, I’d be delighted to find myself waist-deep in a dark communion.
slide 'em a $20 as a tip and tell 'em to never speak of what they saw ever again
I should research rituals to see if I can tap into your timeline. Aside from all the obvious positives from knowing the future, perhaps you might find yourself in the unlikely position of moonlighting as a Domino's Pizza Delivery Driver/Imperial Spy. In which case, I’ll be sure to tip extra for your favorable discernment.
Unfortunately even my overflowing wealth holds nary a candle to the psychological vice grip the batterwitch has on these pitiful fools.
I’d rather resign myself to an honest job in food service than work for you-know-who. Anyhow, I think I’d also enjoy that. If there’s anything you need to know, do feel free to ask. Tips are also appreciated.
I’m unfortunately lagging behind temporally, it seems. That is, if your reported sweeps are anything to go by. I am almost scared to ask how it all goes even more wrong in the coming years.