"—Oh my freaking God, what are those heathens eating?”
Linus said, “Snow cones. Ice with flavored syrup as a topping.”
David turned toward him with wide eyes. “They ruined ice? The most perfect thing in all the world?” He bared his teeth. “I’ll kill them. I’ll kill them all. Ha, ha, just kidding.” Then, under his breath, “Mostly.”
“No snow cones, then,” Arthur said. “Noted.”
— Feb 16, 2025 10:22AM
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