Okay he’s here in Rodentia 02, um, too. Cool I guess!
“The white is here for your protection,” he might say as an introductory statement of fact. Is that all Mr. Prince, Mr. Symbol Man?
No.
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“I must have this (!),” he almost cried from his position on the couch just later. Like a Dove.
So I checked the Marketplace and got back to him. “That’ll be 600 lindens for the statue Mr. Prince, Mr. 1999 Party Man. And that’s without the water vortex base, which will be an additional 100 lindens. So that’s 700 lindens total for the whole thing of course, which will equal out to a little over 2 of our US of A dollars.”
“No. Not *that*. The *other* thing. 319. *319*.”
“319 lindens?” I tried. “Dollars?” I tried again as he shook his head.
He reached into his pocket, pulled out something. I feared a banana but it turned out to be a donut. 319 indeed.
“You give me this and I’ll give you the key to your story, your current photo-novel,” he said. “We are alike, you and me,” and then he bit into the thing to emphasize his point. I didn’t want to hear him eat any more so I logged him out which of course also logged me out. Night night? (tbc?)