Uh hey quick question what the FUCK does that mean?
It means you need to agree to do a long list of things not in the job description for no extra wage and you can’t complain about it or ask for more money
Applicant must lick my boots during interview and tell me they enjoy it.
“I think my labor is worth a livable amount money” how millennial of you
No, not to be facetious, but Mod S imagines that world powers quickly figure out that demons take wars to the level of Mutually Assured Destruction. Pulling out a demon is like pulling out a nuke.
And that’s if you can manage to not only figure out a sacrifice big enough to keep a demon bound, but also can create a deal airtight enough that the demon wont take your country down as well.
They have an especially good time trying to figure out who makes up the composite characters
(Movie Hank has four people in his gang. IRL Hank had a spreadsheet going at one point to keep track of everyone’s phone numbers, food allergies, and existential needs.)
Or, the many ways the triplets remind Stan Pines of his mother. A million thanks to marypsue for help and inspiration.
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The door
cracked open, and a shaft of light entered the room. Ford had fallen asleep
long ago, some weird nerd book about little green men still clutched in one of
his hands. Stan had of course, just started to sleep before he was awoken by
their Ma coming in the room.
Stan sat up,
blinking at the light from the hall.
“Ma? Have you
been drinking again?” She probably had been, he thought. The bit of hair she
usually kept in a bun was out and was flying loose in a cloud around her hair.
He could smell gin on her breath even from the bunk bed. In the light and
shadow her face looked….creepy. Like a skull. Even though it was just his Ma
and Stan Pines wasn’t scared of nothing, still he felt goosebumps break out on
his arms and legs. Stan pulled the blanket up a little more to his chest.
“Ma? Are you
okay?”
She took one
halting step towards the bed, and then another. She stopped, shuddering like
maybe she was about to puke on the floor or maybe it was that walking was too
hard, Stan had no idea. Finally she pointed a shaking finger at him.
“Don’t abandon them,” she rasped in the voice she only
pulled out for the customers that paid extra for their fortunes. Like,extra extra.
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