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: La Lengua decides who becomes the pitcher and hitters of the tacos team. When you first arrive, through whatever means, she descends from her announcer chair and lands upon the new tacos head with a ‘splat’. Her mind fuses with yours. You can suddenly hear every thought in the room as she, politely, discovers who you are, who you will be. | : La Lengua decides who becomes the pitcher and hitters of the tacos team. When you first arrive, through whatever means, she descends from her announcer chair and lands upon the new tacos head with a ‘splat’. Her mind fuses with yours. You can suddenly hear every thought in the room as she, politely, discovers who you are, who you will be. | ||
| − | ‘Hm,’ she says with her brain waves (dont ask where her brain is), ‘i am detecting a little saltiness. a bit of umami....PITCHER’. She lifts herself from you, floating away, leaving you drenched from your head to your shoulders, feeling bereft, lost, violated, even. And yet....you really, really want to pitch. [[User:Henmason|Henmason]] ([[User talk:Henmason|talk]]) 20:28, 7 October 2020 (UTC) | + | :‘Hm,’ she says with her brain waves (dont ask where her brain is), ‘i am detecting a little saltiness. a bit of umami....PITCHER’. She lifts herself from you, floating away, leaving you drenched from your head to your shoulders, feeling bereft, lost, violated, even. And yet....you really, really want to pitch. [[User:Henmason|Henmason]] ([[User talk:Henmason|talk]]) 20:28, 7 October 2020 (UTC) |
Revision as of 20:29, 7 October 2020
- La Lengua decides who becomes the pitcher and hitters of the tacos team. When you first arrive, through whatever means, she descends from her announcer chair and lands upon the new tacos head with a ‘splat’. Her mind fuses with yours. You can suddenly hear every thought in the room as she, politely, discovers who you are, who you will be.
- ‘Hm,’ she says with her brain waves (dont ask where her brain is), ‘i am detecting a little saltiness. a bit of umami....PITCHER’. She lifts herself from you, floating away, leaving you drenched from your head to your shoulders, feeling bereft, lost, violated, even. And yet....you really, really want to pitch. Henmason (talk) 20:28, 7 October 2020 (UTC)
