Fuck you all for living in that shithole East Coast and close enough together to spread your vile diseases in person.
Couch is still free if you can make it, Hawk. (I can fold Twid up in the papasan chair, and I don't THINK it was him snoring like a chainsaw at the meatup...)
Appreciate it, but too many things standing in the way.
Understood, but you'd be welcome anytime. Mind, I'm not sure how many of us it'd take to get you up here, it's a third floor apartment... but I betcha we could SCIENCE! something up.
Grease, rope, slick board. What could go wrong?
It's a winding staircase, you couldn't slip and fall more than one or two sections before the board jammed and kept you from going the rest of the way. (I know, I only went down two sections last time I fell down the fucking things... Landed on my sword bag, and I'm just fine, I tell ya, fine...)