Doors

Any of you angsty fuckers capable with advanced robotics?

Shut the fuck up, everyone. Here's some news that will rock* your fucking worlds, I just know it. - New pyramids have been "discovered."

WOW. AM I RIGHT?



*Get it? It's an archaeology joke.



[Added in a while later]

In other EXCITING sand-related news, Normandy Beach, it's speculated, is made up of at least 4% spherical metal fragments, remnants of D-Day operations in WWII. Rock on.*




*There is no joke here.

Does anyone know of any fairs in this area? And by fair I mean livestock and horrible-for-you food served fried and on sticks?

SHARK WEEK!

[Written in a fine, flourishing hand.]

And here I thought my afterlife would not so resemble the mundanity of the day-to-day in Westeros. The Seven never did deliver as much as the High Septon preached. The peaches are a nice touch, I'll admit.

[Every day, for the past week, Christine's room has been the subject of a delivery of fresh flowers. They are always a different arrangement, sweetly smelling, colorful and vibrant. No note is included, but the flowers come without fail every morning after breakfast.]

After a visit to your desert I am simply spoiled for engaging company.

[Private to MJ]

Hey. Sorry about the other night. I can't Something's wrong with my head

[Private to Peter Parker]

Let's make a deal, Parker. You keep MJ happy and I keep my mouth shut. [...] Not like it matters. Every mother fucker who walks through that door will know who you are.

[Public]

Bullshit I'm a door away from Las Vegas.