When you’re trying to figure out the proportions for your My Lady Dedlocktail for book club and you turn away to fetch another lemon quarter then turn back only to find there is a GIANT WEIRD GOLDEN CRICKETY BUG-THING suddenly swimming in the glass, and the personality shard that picks up dead stag beetles from gas station parking lots and puts them in a frame wants to fish it out and Google it but the rest of your brain is just going “aaaaah where did it come from what what what what” and you end up doing a sort of skincrawling Xander-Snoopy-dance around the kitchen, dumping the whole thing down the drain with lots of hot water, and switching to bourbon, because, REALLY?
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goldenmesh said:
“personality shard.” Yes.
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