⇁ 002. (glass city)

[pinwheeled]

[Hello City, have a thoroughly harried-looking (and also very damp) self-important businessman glaring at you.]

Is there seriously no place in this city that isn't made entirely out of glass? Or leaking? Whenever this weather brings one of these glass towers down, I'd rather not be anywhere near it, thank you very much.

[Really, he's probably just still angry over being subjected to yesterday's curse. At least he wasn't caught on the network during it.]

Comments

[pinwheeled]

[There's a significant pause.]

Better. But that doesn't mean it's necessarily good.

[ironmanic]

The lesser of two evils, my friend. We can't all live in the lap of luxury what with your edible chairs and rubber balls.

[pinwheeled]

[He snorts.] I'd hardly call it edible.

[ironmanic]

Tasty?

[pinwheeled]

No.

[ironmanic]

Nutritious?

[pinwheeled]

What do you think?

[ironmanic]

I'm not the one who gnawed on one.