Fletch wasn’t nervous, that was dumb. Why would you have to be nervous for the most miraculous of meetings, an up and happening fun time for the juggalo brethren? He was just excited, yeah!!! That was why he was so full of beans, full of beans like a ******** can of them. Man, how did one fit so many beans into such a lil metal container, that was another fuggin’ miracle. Food was pretty miraculous in general, all up and aloft giving’ ya the energy to survive and live and thrive. Unless it was gross. Gross food should just up and die out. Talking of food, there was gonna be food at this ******** meeting, and that seemed a sensible place to start explorin’ and meetin his fellow clown-kin.
He’d brought some stuff for it too, because no up and coming juggalo party would be right without the contributions of it’s most excellent attendees for the carnival atmosphere. Fletch mostly caught and ate fish, situated where he was, but he occasionally made trips into the city to get things like faygo and candy - long lasting brands usually, as Fletch had a tendency to store them and then aloft and forget exactly where he’d put ‘em in the monstrosity that was his tower. So he’d ferreted (ottered?) out some unopened packets of candy and some faygo, and stuffed them in a satchel bag, along with a bag of beetles.
The bag of beetles was going to prove to be handy, he thought, as he caught
sight of Mallok’s pie table. ********’ pies were the s**t man. They didn’t store well though, so Fletch had only had them in the city, and those trips were ********’ rare, y’know? And as the other kid brightly welcomed him, Fletch’s nerves began to ease.
“Up and sounds pretty damn like a fine deal to me, brosis! What number of those shiny bugger we call beetles should I be throwing at you for a slice of that fine looking confectionaries?”
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