Maurice had been hanging by the post, leaning against it and feeling like a right and proper cowpoke if he should say so himself. He looked up when Heather reappeared and shook his head.
"Naw, reception out here is shit. We might end up havin' to use the house phone. If I can't get through here in a while, I'll fly out to the trailer. I thought for sure they'd put up a new cell tower by now."
Maurice, too, was a bloodthirsty monster and reacted similarly to the presence of the Bumpers bags. He reached out to take the one nearest him and reached inside to pull out a fistful of piping hot french fries. They went RIGHT INTO HIS MOUTH, searing grease and all because he was a badass.
After a few moments of contemplative chewing, he pulled out a single fry and offered it to Envy--by way of accidentally poking it into one of his nostrils.
"Here y'go, buddy. You could use a pick-me-up."
Horses could eat potatoes, right? He knew they liked salt.
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"Naw, reception out here is shit. We might end up havin' to use the house phone. If I can't get through here in a while, I'll fly out to the trailer. I thought for sure they'd put up a new cell tower by now."
Maurice, too, was a bloodthirsty monster and reacted similarly to the presence of the Bumpers bags. He reached out to take the one nearest him and reached inside to pull out a fistful of piping hot french fries. They went RIGHT INTO HIS MOUTH, searing grease and all because he was a badass.
After a few moments of contemplative chewing, he pulled out a single fry and offered it to Envy--by way of accidentally poking it into one of his nostrils.
"Here y'go, buddy. You could use a pick-me-up."
Horses could eat potatoes, right? He knew they liked salt.