* hangs around for a moment or two *

 

 

 

* tosses his mining pick high into the air *

 

* pulls it free of the earth where it landed *

 

* tastes the end that was stuck in the ground *

 

Nothin'!

If by "mining pick" you meant your finger, and by "earth" you meant your butt, then I can believe it.

That was what I assumed.

For some reason, the buffalo wild wings only seemed to enrage them.

Mmmm...I ate there last night.

I ate there tomorrow. The food tasted like Windex.

Maybe it was Windex?

You don't understand, in the Ickiverse, that's considered a good thing.

 

Fortunately the Ickiverse is shortly to undergo heat death.

*sells tickets to Ickiverse while it lasts*

*rolls the dimensional vortex into a little ball and wedges it into Ick's ear*

Can I buy a ticket?

Sure can. Doesn't mean it's a ticket to anything, but I'll gladly sell you one regardless.

Hey, he was talking to me. He was asking me if he could buy a ticket. Therefore, I'd like to buy one of your tickets please.

I think it's pretty hilarious the way you've embraced my insulting nickname for you.

Glad to amuse.

*sells Ick a ticket to himself* Enjoy!

How/where do I use it? =/

In the bathroom. Caveat emptor! *pockets the money and runs*

You running away?

 

I guess. I don't feel very spammy, going to play some Pokemans.

Me neither, but I'll probably write. Then again, that's not a good mood to be writing in.

*mugs Ick in an alleyway* There, see if that doesn't improve your mood.

Ooooh a good mugging is always fun.

*drinks*

 

There, now it's all the way empty.

That stuff will go right through you! *padlocks the bathroom door so Ick can't get in*