At this point, those of the strips I could put together were noticeably mine, but Harvest could make the damned bear expressive. I’ve never had any ability when it comes to drawings. Even this pixel-by-pixel nonsense was a bit much for me.
The knives conversation was real. I had wanted to talk about some very dumb thing and I was trying to blow past Harvest having just woken up on someone’s couch after probably 400 rounds of Tekken.
Retail jobs often consist of being exposed to overprivileged people comparing unspeakably evil parts of human history with some minor inconvenience. It’s day one stuff, if you’ve ever operated a cash register. I did a LOT of it, and I’ve heard some things. My inability to get a home theater installation team to someone’s house within ten minutes and no appointment once left a Hunter and a Michaela dead in their chairs, having starved of lack of the Wiggles or whatever was popular at the time. I am yet to stand trial for my crimes.
