Day 193, the lemon cultists still roam the mainlands. I yearn to return to land off my yacht to finally feel the cool breeze of land, and stop consuming shrimp and lemons for sustenance. To make matters worse, the telepathic newspaper has grinded to a halt. I presume with 2100-2300 newspaper stands it might be able to properly function, but from what I have gathered the spill-proof oil drills could have been terrorized by the cultists to prevent combustibility in particular brands of lemonade.
and then one day something very peculiar happened. Something that he would never quite forget. He had been at his desk for nearly an hour when not one single order had arrived on the monitor for him to follow. Never in all of his years had something like this happened. Shocked, frozen solid, Stanley sat there for the longest time. (lol afk reference)
HAAAAAAAA!! So true! Thank you for the play and the comment! I appreciate your time! Best, -Tim