Who the fuck knows? I'll fucking find some though, because being dead means, once Saix does the rounds, I can maybe get some quiet reading done and have myself a dinner not interrupted by the more ridiculous motherfuckers of the organization.
Yes. A steak, a baked potato, a light salad with Italian dressing, and a glass of Forster Ungeheuer. Perhaps pie for dessert. Then, actually getting research completed.
No, I like to have several boots, as I also have several pairs of shoes. You don't wear tennis shoes to a Ballroom dinner, and you don't wear dress shoes to a 10,000 Munny purse match of Tennis doubles.
That's a terrible fucking idea. Ever try wearing the whole Organization uniform for twenty four hours while researching Hearts in an African Jungle? See if you don't lose 25 pounds just from sweating.
If I lost 25 pounds I would barely weigh anything at all, sir. At any rate, I just take off the cloak if I'm too hot. I do have clothes on underneath, after all. But I always wear them underneath, so they don't really qualify as a different outfit.
I would think there are more productive ways to relieve a headache. Such as turning Axels into Dusks. Satisfying, beneficial for the Organization, not taxing on the wallet.
Like it already hasn't. The only new thing I could come back to is a situation where Roxas is the nympho pedophile and Axel is the young new member of the organization.
It can still descend to a darker level of hell. For example, what if a handful of new Xemnases showed up, each of them fruity and acting as though their nonexistences revolve around humping Saix?
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Good god I need a 40 ounce steak and to get some research done for once.
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... Is something wrong with the boots you have now?
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