sharp_as_knives | Text exchanges between Hannibal and Jono over the course of the day

Jono: Another stopover. The bloke sitting next to me in the lounge is a giant cockroach. Literally. He's been asked three times to put out his cigar.

Hannibal: I am still a blue pony. With a knife drawn on my side; very subtle.

(Later...)

Jono: Three tiny raccoon children are cooking marshmallows over my face, Hannibal. Three of them.

Hannibal: Normally I'd hunt to calm myself. I'M A PONY.

Jono: Hunt... oats?

Hannibal: I hope they decide to make s'mores.

Jono: OH LOOK A CONNECTING PORTAL I SIMPLY MUST BE GOING

(Later...)

Jono: This entire Portalocity lounge seems to be made up of ant farms. It's fascinating in all the wrong ways.

(Later...)

Jono: THIS ENTIRE BLOODY LOUNGE IS FULL OF BEES

Hannibal: I AM STILL A PONY

Hannibal: ALSO THE STREETS ARE SOAP AND IT'S RAINING CHOCOLATE MILK. POOR QUALITY CHOCOLATE MILK.

Jono: ... This is the worst game of top that ever.

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