In which look who’s slipping again.
This is Alexis. She’s not here.
Don’t look at me like that.
Wren: Like w-
Like your mouth isn’t moving, so you can’t have dialogue.
Wren: How long are you gonna lean on that complaint?
Until the thing I’m complaining about collapses from the weight.
Grugly2013: You can’t collapse the past.
It comes pre-collapsed, doesn’t it?
So, what’re you up to today?
Wren: Thought I might squeeze my own boobies.
Wren: A lot of people have recommended them to me quite highly.
Wren: But I guess I should see if any of them want a squeeze first.
Wren: Hey, main squeeze, how’s it hanging?
Richard: It was hanging before you called, but now it’s standing bolt upright.
Wren: Well, bolt on over here, then.
And through the magic of editing, he did!
Richard: Ugh, hey gerbil-face.
I thought for a moment this thing had died.
That would really suck, because I don’t remember its name.
Wren: I feel that way about most people!
Richard: Why are you pointing at me when you say that?
Wren: No reason. Hey, can I see your driver’s license?
Richard: How ’bout my pile driver’s license.
Wren: Have some pricks, prick.
THEN GET A ROOM
Richard: Dem frex!
Richard: Nothing as comfortable-sounding as “Hang Out” should lead to sitting on a wooden floor.
Wren: You’ll live.
Richard: I bet he’s real antsy about killing minorities.
Yeah, there’s an awful lot of whitefolk around here.
Richard: So make some non-white folk!
I will! But I was actually talking about the town where I live.
Richard: Any hot white folk? ‘cuz I’ll be right over.
Wren: I’m not hot white folk enough for you?
Richard: You can never have too many!
Wren: I would tend to agree.
Richard: You think Nick is hot?
Wren: You don’t?
Richard: …well, I mean, no.
Richard: Nottttttt at allllll.
Wren: Aww, did I make you question your sexuality?
Richard: You make my sexuality do all types of crazy crap.
Nothing says romance like links to ancient web animation.
Wren: Nothing should be saying Romance at all, he had his chapters.
Richard: Who had what now?
Richard: THERE’s the money shot.
Wren: I hope you’ve got a deep wallet.
Wren: ‘cuz that’s where money comes from.
Wren: Ruff ruff ruffly!
Richard: You are weird and adorable.
Richard: And your butt’s just the right amount of skishy.
Wren: So make with the skishin’!
Wren: KISHIN’S NOT SKISHIN
Wren: Okay, check the pics and see if we fuck today.
You… do not.
Wren: But he’s checkin’ out my tits!
Richard: I always do that.
Wren: Well they ain’t free.
Richard: They look pretty free to me.
So Windows 10 does this cool thing now where sometimes hitting Alt-Tab doesn’t go back and forth between the two most-used windows.
UGH IT JUST FUCKING DID IT AGAIN
That’s how I type these chapters! I type in the document with the pic open to the side, then I Alt-Tab to the pic and hit the “next” button, then I Alt-Tab back to the document and type!
AND NOW SOMETIMES IT JUST FUCKING TABS TO WHATEVER THE FUCK IT WANTS INSTEAD
Richard: My dick’s vibrating.
Wren: Should’ve stuck it in.
Wren: Not that there isn’t still-
Richard: WHOOPS TOO LATE YOU USED THE PAST TENSE ONCE
Ember: Wanna come be in a different storyline?
Richard: Yes, I do want to come! In a different storyline.
Richard: ‘cuz apparently there’s no coming to be had in this one.
Richard: I’m gonna go fuck your mom.
Wren: Say “hi” for me.
Richard: This won’t make things weird between us, will it?
Wren: Things aren’t already weird between us?
Richard: No, I mean-
Wren: I know what you mean, you meanie.
Wren: Just don’t tell me literally a single thing about it. In fact, take back what you’ve already told me.
Richard: I’m gonna go not fuck your mom.
Wren: Whew! That’s a relief.
Richard: FUCKING YOUR MOM WILL ALSO BE A RELIEF
This chapter depicts gameplay from 3 May 2013.