>Manage Items?

You're just about to put some of your stuff in storage, when there's a knock at the...door? You don't have a door. You have a curtain.

Somehow, there's a knock on it.


DOCTOR E.M. BALMER, MORTUARY FRYCOOK

AHEM...ssssoooooo...my therapist informs me that, sometimes, other entities apparently believe they have problems that matter, so I'll overlook the inconsiderate fashion in which you left without listening to any of my real ones.

SLOBFERN (Translated from Slobese)

Gosh. I'm so sorry.

QUEEN MAYA CELIA

She says she's sorry!

SLOBFERN (Translated from Slobese)

IT'S SARCASM!

DOCTOR E.M. BALMER, MORTUARY FRYCOOK

I FORGIVE you, just this once.

...But I couldn't help catching at least the intelligible side of your scheming, and you mentioned something about the computer system. Intraweb access would make my present employment significantly less monotonous, but that gangly thingy I work with possesses only some insultingly small interface it stores in the disgusting pouches of its leg-skin, and this barely acceptable alternative has been rotting nonfunctional in the break room for more layers than I've even been employed.

You were lucky enough to thwart my unthwartable directive, perhaps you can be lucky enough to make this do an intraweb.

SLOBFERN (Translated from Slobese)

Sighhh...let me look at it.

QUEEN MAYA CELIA

She'd LOVE to help!

ACQUIRED: Busted Monitor

It's...awfully lightweight.

SLOBFERN (Translated from Slobese)

Okay...I'm not exactly a techie, and I don't know if this is something that works different in the "zones," but...this is just a monitor. To be precise, it's just the outside of a monitor. It's empty. I can't just build you a computer, buddy, even in my own world.

QUEEN MAYA CELIA

She'll see what she can do!

SLOBFERN (Translated from Slobese)

Celia...the last thing I need is even more junk to lug around.

QUEEN MAYA CELIA

We can work with this, trust me. Valid concern, though. You aren't managing your inventory all that well.

DOCTOR E.M. BALMER, MORTUARY FRYCOOK

Is she whining about space, now? Well, we can scarcely give these things away, but I'm sure it's quite nicer than whatever a grey zoner is accustomed to.

ACQUIRED: "UNCREDIBLE FOODMEAL COLLECTINGLE TOT"



You don't even know how you know what this is called. You really hate this freaky mind stuff. You somehow also know that it can hold twice as many things as your previous tote bag, though it both smells and feels worse to your...core? Ugh.
DOCTOR E.M. BALMER, MORTUARY FRYCOOK

Now, I know you must have your reasons for making me come all this way just to ask that you fulfill such a simplistic obligation, but you'll just have to accept the fact that I've no further use for your presence and cannot spare you further assistance as I return to my duties.

Besides...

This place gives me the creeps. Just a THOUGHT, but MAYBE you should fix it too.





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