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After Ian was so mean I thought I'd cheer up Bex with a little good natured banter.
I'm not sure she understood my good intentions.
Ouch.

fish wrote:...Ouch...

Bex thinks that Ian may be lost on the planet of the missing socks.
And we all know the chances of finding anything that's lost there.

It's okay, I was just behind the fridge.

Again.

Ian wrote:It's okay...

If only I'd known.
It would have been nice to know where to avoid looking.

When I'm not here, I'm almost always there.

Ian wrote:...I'm almost always there...

Nice to have a secret hide-away where you can realign your reality from time to time.

This reality needs realigning, let's face it.

Bex doesn't want to hear a word you have to say against this reality though.

But Bex... it sucks.

Ian wrote:But Bex...

Bex: "Lalalalalalalalalalala!"

The second word you're looking for there is "Land", Bex.

We have not heard from our friend Eldsjal in a time.
Did he says goodbye to the Spice Girls?

Santi wrote:...Eldsjäl...and the Spice Girls?

I have a theory that they are holding him as their sex slave until Bex returns with more beer.
Not a great theory I'll admit but I'm running out of other explanations.

fish wrote:...Bex returns with more beer...

She's taking her time about it.
I hope Ian hasn't ambushed her from his hiding spot behind the fridge.

Personally, I can think of worse fates.