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[MaximumZero]

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Yoink fancies himself up for our field trip to the local clubs.

Waffles: a part of this mentally unbalanced breakfast.

Because the clubs don't open until 5pm, Yoink is all dressed up with no place to go.

You guys go through a lot of clothes.

Max White decides that colors other than brown are in order.

Yoink sings a song about not being able to wait to get out of the Haus, in time to nothing but cymbal crashes.

Hey, I know you!

The only appropriate song for Barbarossa's treadmill regimen at this point is, "Gonna Fly Now."

What? The toilet is clogged!? NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

MonkeyHead then sets about removing a bucket of army men from the toilet.

Guys, the knobs on the sinks aren't going to fall off. Give it a rest.

Meanwhile, I get a phone call.

No, I don't want to change long distance carriers! Grah!

Yoink hopes that there will be bookshelves in the clubs later, while MonkeyHead sees something on the computer he likes.

Jopax prefers to do everything the old fashioned way.

Scriver settles himself in with his favorite animal dating sim.

Xanatos avoids us all by learning how to build random crap out of garbage and sheet metal.

That poor dog will never feel the loving, muscular embrace of Jopax.

Apparently, Max White was painting something like a house all along. Wait, what the hell is that in the top left corner?

He puts a frame on it, and hangs it on the wall for everyone to admire.

Cats + Lasers = <3

Another dog feels Jopax's unintentional scorn.

Barbar has been going at it for like, four hours now with nary a slip.

Max White takes advantage of Barbarossa's fondness for the treadmill. The next game will not be as pretty as the last.

Scriver decides to try his hand at the basics of cooking.

He adds his "secret blend of spices" to the macaroni. It's really just my cayenne pepper.

Thankfully, it doesn't turn out half bad.

After a quick lunch, Scriver heads off to work at the bookstore.

Jopax smells the macaroni, and decides to make a giant bowl full of his own. Barbarossa contemplates the sink.

Xanatos taunts Jopax on is cooking skills, stating that there is something much more scrumptious to eat at hand.

MonkeyHead's brains.

After he settles down, Xanatos and MZ play some vidja gaems.

He then goes to work. That car looks really familiar. Maybe it's the work-release lady. Hell, I don't know.

The rest of us pile into a single cab and head to the clubs!

I lead a Braveheart style charge down the beach.

GET DOWN FROM THERE!

Barbarossa and Jopax shake their groove things upstairs.

We head out to another club, where Scriver immediately jumps onstage and grabs the guitar.

Why, hello, there. (I really don't want to know.)

Buffalo Wings are the best food.

This is probably the only time we will ever see Barbarossa with a drink in his hand.

Xanatos gets off of work and decides to forgo clubbing altogether. He wonders why the Grim Reaper mocks him by not summoning a horde of zombies for him.

Actually, he hears screaming in the distance.

Apparently, this pregnant lady went into labor in the graveyard.

Meanwhile, we have the worst bartender ever at the third and final club.

Preggers drags Xanatos into a high-end supercar. It smells nice.

The hospital refuses to let Xanatos in after he states that he would really like to eat some infants. Newborns are the best.

MonkeyHead attempts to get himself arrested for public indecency.

Yoink decides that the cold, metal floor is much more comfy than it looks.

Thankfully, MonkeyHead decides to put his clothes on before passing out on the pavers.

After the arduous task of dragging you knuckleheads home, it's lights out for the lot of you.

Moral of the story, the clubs in this little town suck.

[Jopax]

WOOOHOOOO PARTAAAAY!!!!!!!


-Next day I work out more, my glorious muscles will blot out the sun MWAHAHAHHAHAHAH!!!!!!!
*cough*
-Learn some mad cooking skills, we have to best these lowlifes in making delicious foodstuffs!!!!

Also, did any of those cuddly cats stick around for good this time?

[MaximumZero]

Also, did any of those cuddly cats stick around for good this time?

Naw, they're all just strays that wander up to the door, making you hop up off the couch and bum-rush the front of the haus.

[Jopax]

Hmmmmm....

We need some good traps then > : D

[MaximumZero]

The only traps in the game are in tombs in foreign lands, and generally involve fire, electricity, or darts. So, if you're planning on making +Kitten Tallow Roasts+ then yes, traps are in order.

[MonkeyHead]

Following my epic table dancing and nudity, tomorrow I will make art, and then hate myself for doing it please. One painting, one sculpture.

[Jopax]

I was thinking more along the lines of cage traps, some that prefferably don't kill our maim their cute captives.

[Max White]

I told you man, area 51 blueprints! As for that thing in the corner, I'm not saying it's aliens, but...

> (Buy mode) Adorn priceless ancient wall hanging above Jopex's bed, so he can look at it before he goes to sleep.

The only traps in the game are in tombs in foreign lands, and generally involve fire, electricity, or darts. So, if you're planning on making +Kitten Tallow Roasts+ then yes, traps are in order.

...
Anybody else read this and think a vacation is in order?

[Xanatos Jr.]

>Read more books

>Attempt to invent a machine to raise the dead

[Max White]

All right, time we got serious!
> Obtain scrap orientated workbench.
> Begin long and painful path to bringing life to a mechanical child!

[Jopax]

Now that you mention it, a tropical paradise seems like a perfect excuse (not that I need any, but they can't hurt) to strut my greek god body around.


I hereby propose we start a vacation fund, whatever means we have, a part of our income goes into it.

-Cooking will have to wait it seems, we are off to find a part time job, anything will do!

[Darvi]

I suggest that Max makes some sell-able art.

[Max White]

Hmm... Good point.
< Belay last order!
> Shape stone to my will, with such perfection that it becomes as very flesh itself! It's sculpting time!

[Aklyon]

I suggest that Max makes some sell-able art.

A brown smear is art, you just don't have a vague enough definition of art yet.

[Darvi]

I said sell-able art. People are too ignorant to appreciate that drawing.