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You know he's never going to give it to you.

Embrace the Rot by Endless Tavern.

No cares, no worries, no thoughts. Just a nice, cool bed of moss and the countless bits of life that make up the decomposition process.

A final bit of everlasting peace.

That also takes dedicating a good chunk of time to practice.

I didn't realize "beefed" had a meaning like that. Funny how usage changes.

My brain immediately goes to someone busting their ass after messing up a skateboard trick.

Ain't nothin' in the RAW that states a sentient pile of dust can't play basketball.

Their fault for being more edible than the rest. Get less tasty, maybe you'll get a better name!

That still doesn't give you carte blanche to steal everyone else's rocks.

Give 'em back.

Just get a buddy to sit in the back with a hand on it, maybe give it a good "ain't goin' nowhere" while they give it a pat.

Seems to work for all the construction crews in my area.

No one else built a Walking Eye.

Look around. Who else has a Walking Eye? That's right, Walking Eye, everyone wants a piece.

Just avoid Australia, you'll be fine.

They'll look mean, and your cook can at least handle a couple methheads(maybe more, depends on when they last stepped out back to take a bump), but if you're not there to cause problems, a lot of that demeanor can fall away.

Especially your owl crews. They gauge you upon entrance, you're either fucked to the gills to start shit, or you're that special kinda person who really just wanted some smothered, covered, and chunked hashbrowns at 1:45AM.