I may have found something we can work with here in the colds...anyone want to try and amuse ourselves? Drop me a line.
::around 2pm:: Logan straggles up from the vault, COVERED in dust, and puts a stack of files on his desk. He looks mournfully at the coffee in the breakroom, and turns to the fridge, retreiving a bottle of apple juice. Back at his desk, he stares at it for a good five minutes before opening it up and taking a drink - which he promptly spits all over the floor in a horrified reaction. He runs for the restroom, and returns shortly, still trying to scrub his tongue with a paper towel. Spotting the bottle, he takes it between two fingers and, holding it at arm's length, walks it to a trash can far, far away from his desk::
Note to Millie:
We have a new item that is NOT to enter the home. That vile substance, which I hear some misguided fools actually feed to their children, is possible the nastiest substance I've ever ingested, and that includes the many times I've sunk to sucking out a bar rag. I think the ONLY other thing that's come close is still whispered about down at the Mars Bar, and to get nastier that THAT, you need to delve into Dutch porn.
No apple juice. Not ever. Nothing with it, nothing with apples PERIOD except for real apples, and those I plan to regard with great suspicion for a while.