055. The Ocean

[samson]

[Look, it's Brock. He sounds mad! Not as mad as last time; this time he's just more annoyed than anything else. But still, that voice sounding annoyed is not something you want to fuck with.]

Alright. People really need to stop taking shit from my cabin. Just a little reminder.

The stuff outside is for you people to use. And I don't really care if you go inside if I'm not around. But I swear to god, if I need to start booby-trapping my freakin' fridge, I will.

[There's a loud sigh. When he continues, he sounds a little calmer. Making an effort!]

Anyway... since the weather's cleared up, the greenhouse is gonna be used strictly for flowers and whatever until it gets cold again. So use the outside garden for your vegetables.

I also built a smokehouse over the winter, and that's ready if you want to use it. Don't put any weird stuff you found out in the Dead Zone in there, though. Just stuff you bought from town.

Uh, cabin's southwest of the castle, north of the city. In case you don't know.

[Away from Molotov]
And if you see a little redheaded girl around, don't screw with her or I'll actually kill you. It's Molotov on a loss.
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Comments

[bronwe]

[ YIKES, this guy sounds really mad. He tries his best to speak slowly, maybe that will calm him, but he won't rope Spike into this either when he was so nice to him... ]

We thought we could... buy you a few bottles to replace what we took.

[samson]

[No no no, that isn't going to work. THIS GUY...]

Who's 'we'...

[bronwe]

I mean, I thought so... I am sorry. Were you saving them for a special occasion? I will bring you some now.

[samson]

No, not really, I just kinda get pissed when -- wait, you have beer? Then why did you need mine?

[bronwe]

I-- no, but the castle would grant my wish for a beer and I can carry those to your cabin. I did not think it would hear me all the way there.

[samson]

[FFFFFFFFFFF] I... guess that makes sense.

[Dang, he was really looking forward to being mad, too...]

[bronwe]

I can do whatever else you would like me to.

[ JUST PLEASE DON'T HURT HIM OR CHASE HIM WITH DOGS. ]

The garden!

[samson]

[Unless your name is Spike, Brock's dog will probably love you...]

Huh? What about it?

[bronwe]

[ NO AKJGNLASCF NO DOGS. ]

I could-- What if I help you with it?

[samson]

[HE'S A VERY NICE DOG, ALRIGHT.]

What, like... upkeep?

[bronwe]

[ STILL PLEASE NO DOGS ): ]

I can plant vegetables. Flowers are a bit more difficult. [ He doesn't strike him as a flower sort of guy anyway. ]

[samson]

[THE DOG COMES WITH THE GARDEN kind of. Sometimes Brock leaves him there. He seems to enjoy himself.]

Well, the garden's kind of a communal thing. Anybody can come use it. What I need is somebody to stick around and weed the thing... maybe keep the raccoon out of there.

[bronwe]

I can take raccoons. What vegetables do you like?

[samson]

Me? You know, whatever's in season. I'm not too picky.

[bronwe]

Carrots aren't too difficult, and potatoes!

[samson]

Well, alright. That works.

[bronwe]

And a crate of beer to replace what I had taken, of course.

[samson]

As long as it's not lite beer or something stupid.

[bronwe]

What is lite beer?

[samson]

Terrible.

[bronwe]

I'll only bring the heavy ones then.

[samson]

[THIS GUY.]

Ha. You're alright.