[Dictated;open for action in theater]

[schrodingersghost]

Evening, Day six.  Has it really only been a week since we were locked in here?  It feels longer.  Much longer.

The twizzlers ran out four days ago, and the sugar crashes started to happen not long afterwards.  Then came the boredom.  And the popcorn fights.

How long can we-

[And Danny breaks down snickering.]

Okay, I can't keep that up anymore.  But seriously, how much longer are we going to be stuck here? I don't know about everyone else, but I am seriously ready for food that isn't candy, popcorn and nachos.

Huh, never thought I'd say that.

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[onlyanapple]

[Crowley's somewhere off to one side, making tiny puddles of molten lava and dropping popcorn into them.

...You know, for science]

Look how much it's changed you. I feel almost sad.

[schrodingersghost]

[Briefly, Danny wonders what would happen if he sent a little ice energy into that lava.]

Eh, you know. Locked up in a small area with lots of people hyped up on junk food. There's pain and suffering involved. Character building.

[onlyanapple]

[SCIENCE. That's what]

Is that what you call it? Character building?

[schrodingersghost]

My sister thinks shes a psychologist, okay. I had to pick something up from all those lectures about how my lack of normal socialization was going to permanently damage my adolescent psyche.

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley stares at him for a moment]

You poor little bastard.

[schrodingersghost]

Eh, ignoring usually worked for me.

[onlyanapple]

Did it really? Usually people like that are very persistent.

[schrodingersghost]

It does when their your sister. Most of the time she just stomped off after a few minutes of not listening.

[onlyanapple]

Ah. She's one of those sorts.

[schrodingersghost]

Yeah. About as annoying as they get.

[delincuente]

[This chick is slouched on the floor a ways away, picking popcorn out of her teeth in a very unladylike fashion.]

Ugh, I know, right? Like, I'm pretty sure I can never drink soda again. Which has to be some kind of sign of the apocalypse.

[schrodingersghost]

Ugh, don't remind me. I'm actually wanting water. What's up with that?

[delincuente]

Dude, seriously. I'm pretty sure this whole thing has screwed up my entire biology. Before we know it we'll be eating, like, protein bars and broccoli and crap.

[schrodingersghost]

[He shudders.]

Dude, don't even start with that. It might actually happen.

[brohoof]

Bitch please, I've lived on orange soda and fish my entire life. This ain't nothing, you'll make it. I promise.

[schrodingersghost]

Yeah, well, great for you?

[brohoof]

Yeah, it's really conducive to preventing petty complaining.

[schrodingersghost]

Well that just takes all the fun out of it.

[brohoof]

Does it? Then maybe you should do something else that I can't take the fun out of. Your little narration in the beginning was pretty amusing. You should've kept going.

[schrodingersghost]

Eh, ran out of ideas on that one. Also, there is nowhere to hide here.

[brohoof]

In the future, you should make sure you have enough material before you start something you can't finish.

[schrodingersghost]

But I was practicing witty banter. It has to come on the spot, you know?

[brohoof]

Then that's why you should have kept going, even if you ran out of shit to say. You'll never get better unless you improvise and just spout whatever bullshit comes out of your mouth first.

[schrodingersghost]

I'm in a small area with nowhere to hide. Starting up an angry anti-pun mob is probably a bad idea.

[brohoof]

Not if you know how to fight.