My Fingers Slipped @partyplanningforsuckers The heat only seemed to be packed in at the circus, with the hundreds of citizens that had swarmed like ants and the intense rides that seemed to have a life of their own. The smell of sugary cotton candy and popcorn was enough to lure anyone who had just come from a days work, the circus was the place to be. With a circle of sand and tigers, along with swinging trapeze and double jointed dancers, the main stage was selling ticket for such a view.

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Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.

Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.

Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.

@partyplanningforsuckers

Though
it was during this job that he began getting hurried alerts from his
phone that nearly seemed to be blowing up from the messages, as the
screen lit up each time over it would be something from the lab. As the
texts got clearer they stated something about an eager volunteer to have
blood and bone marrow extracted for cancer combatants, being that this
was a citizen of Night Vale it was worth a shot.

Right?

Practice wrapped up and Carlos went to work getting ready to take samples from any volunteer that showed up. He didn’t really think anyone would show up though – Night Valiens were pretty attached to their blood, to put it mildly. But there was no harm in asking so Carlos was ready, just in case.

There was one volunteer. It was the last person you would think would want to donate anything from their body.

Skip.

He stood in the main lobby awkwardly with his hands behind his back, and his clothes baggy and makeup looking like someone had smeared glitter over his eyes. Basically, a randomly thrown together version of himself. His dark hair was brushed neatly, and his eyes were bright with interest as he wandered around the lobby.

Jake the Scientist let Carlos know that there was someone there for them. Carlos was honestly surprised, but pleasantly so. He put on a smile and went to see their volunteer.

However, seeing who it was stopped him at the door. He was so confused.

“Skip… right?” he asked as he finally started to approach.

The acrobat painted on a smile cheerfully and nodded in an eager manner, “Yep!” He beamed warmly as he straightened his posture up from his slouched position in expection at the lobby. “I’ve never been in a place like this, but I wasn’t really expecting it to be like this.. “

“Uh… well, labs come in all different shapes – every one of them equally scientific,” Carlos replied, offering a slight smile. “Um… I’m honestly a little surprised to see you here,” he admitted.

“Well,” He began as his dark eyes swept away from the walls and instead towards the scientist, a soft smile spreading like butter onto his pinkish lips, “I’ve always felt really pretty bad for people who have these horrible diseases, but since I’m not super smart and educated, I figured I’d use my body! Like I do with everything!” He cheered as he perked up and clasped his hands in front of himself.

Like he did… with everything? Carlos tried not to scrunch his nose at the implications of that.

“That’s
very… altruistic of you,” he said. “Um… well, let me show you where
we’ll be performing the procedure. It’s just in the main lab over here
– I’ve got a little station set up and ready.”

My Fingers Slipped @partyplanningforsuckers The heat only seemed to be packed in at the circus, with the hundreds of citizens that had swarmed like ants and the intense rides that seemed to have a life of their own. The smell of sugary cotton candy and popcorn was enough to lure anyone who had just come from a days work, the circus was the place to be. With a circle of sand and tigers, along with swinging trapeze and double jointed dancers, the main stage was selling ticket for such a view.

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the-perfect-scientist:

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the-perfect-scientist:

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the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.

Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.

Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.

@partyplanningforsuckers

Though
it was during this job that he began getting hurried alerts from his
phone that nearly seemed to be blowing up from the messages, as the
screen lit up each time over it would be something from the lab. As the
texts got clearer they stated something about an eager volunteer to have
blood and bone marrow extracted for cancer combatants, being that this
was a citizen of Night Vale it was worth a shot.

Right?

Practice wrapped up and Carlos went to work getting ready to take samples from any volunteer that showed up. He didn’t really think anyone would show up though – Night Valiens were pretty attached to their blood, to put it mildly. But there was no harm in asking so Carlos was ready, just in case.

There was one volunteer. It was the last person you would think would want to donate anything from their body.

Skip.

He stood in the main lobby awkwardly with his hands behind his back, and his clothes baggy and makeup looking like someone had smeared glitter over his eyes. Basically, a randomly thrown together version of himself. His dark hair was brushed neatly, and his eyes were bright with interest as he wandered around the lobby.

Jake the Scientist let Carlos know that there was someone there for them. Carlos was honestly surprised, but pleasantly so. He put on a smile and went to see their volunteer.

However, seeing who it was stopped him at the door. He was so confused.

“Skip… right?” he asked as he finally started to approach.

The acrobat painted on a smile cheerfully and nodded in an eager manner, “Yep!” He beamed warmly as he straightened his posture up from his slouched position in expection at the lobby. “I’ve never been in a place like this, but I wasn’t really expecting it to be like this.. “

“Uh… well, labs come in all different shapes – every one of them equally scientific,” Carlos replied, offering a slight smile. “Um… I’m honestly a little surprised to see you here,” he admitted.

My Fingers Slipped @partyplanningforsuckers The heat only seemed to be packed in at the circus, with the hundreds of citizens that had swarmed like ants and the intense rides that seemed to have a life of their own. The smell of sugary cotton candy and popcorn was enough to lure anyone who had just come from a days work, the circus was the place to be. With a circle of sand and tigers, along with swinging trapeze and double jointed dancers, the main stage was selling ticket for such a view.

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers

the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.

Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.

Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.

@partyplanningforsuckers

Though
it was during this job that he began getting hurried alerts from his
phone that nearly seemed to be blowing up from the messages, as the
screen lit up each time over it would be something from the lab. As the
texts got clearer they stated something about an eager volunteer to have
blood and bone marrow extracted for cancer combatants, being that this
was a citizen of Night Vale it was worth a shot.

Right?

Practice wrapped up and Carlos went to work getting ready to take samples from any volunteer that showed up. He didn’t really think anyone would show up though – Night Valiens were pretty attached to their blood, to put it mildly. But there was no harm in asking so Carlos was ready, just in case.

There was one volunteer. It was the last person you would think would want to donate anything from their body.

Skip.

He stood in the main lobby awkwardly with his hands behind his back, and his clothes baggy and makeup looking like someone had smeared glitter over his eyes. Basically, a randomly thrown together version of himself. His dark hair was brushed neatly, and his eyes were bright with interest as he wandered around the lobby.

Jake the Scientist let Carlos know that there was someone there for them. Carlos was honestly surprised, but pleasantly so. He put on a smile and went to see their volunteer.

However, seeing who it was stopped him at the door. He was so confused.

“Skip… right?” he asked as he finally started to approach.

My Fingers Slipped @partyplanningforsuckers The heat only seemed to be packed in at the circus, with the hundreds of citizens that had swarmed like ants and the intense rides that seemed to have a life of their own. The smell of sugary cotton candy and popcorn was enough to lure anyone who had just come from a days work, the circus was the place to be. With a circle of sand and tigers, along with swinging trapeze and double jointed dancers, the main stage was selling ticket for such a view.

partyplanningforsuckers

the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.

Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.

Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.

@partyplanningforsuckers

Though
it was during this job that he began getting hurried alerts from his
phone that nearly seemed to be blowing up from the messages, as the
screen lit up each time over it would be something from the lab. As the
texts got clearer they stated something about an eager volunteer to have
blood and bone marrow extracted for cancer combatants, being that this
was a citizen of Night Vale it was worth a shot.

Right?

Practice wrapped up and Carlos went to work getting ready to take samples from any volunteer that showed up. He didn’t really think anyone would show up though – Night Valiens were pretty attached to their blood, to put it mildly. But there was no harm in asking so Carlos was ready, just in case.

My Fingers Slipped @partyplanningforsuckers The heat only seemed to be packed in at the circus, with the hundreds of citizens that had swarmed like ants and the intense rides that seemed to have a life of their own. The smell of sugary cotton candy and popcorn was enough to lure anyone who had just come from a days work, the circus was the place to be. With a circle of sand and tigers, along with swinging trapeze and double jointed dancers, the main stage was selling ticket for such a view.

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers

the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.

Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.

Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.

@partyplanningforsuckers

The
acrobat thought hard on this for a moment, which would be more secure
and inconspicuous? He was too far in to pull out at this rate, it would
be even worse if he didn’t finish the job.

“Can you walk me up to my room in the hotel? I’m just nervous of the
town.. I’ve heard pretty awful things happen around here.” He happened
to be one of them, his mind teased as he buckled his seat in.

Really? He was hardly invested in what Carlos had to say about his work, even though he asked after it, and then he practically rushed them out the door and now he wanted Carlos to walk him up to the room? Carlos was not very much inclined to do that.

“I can walk you to the lobby door,” Carlos said. “Honestly, I have some work to get to since I took some time off today.” Not strictly incorrect – he did need to check in with the Literal Rock Band and see how their new ‘crib’ was shaping out for them. Besides, just going to the lobby would be safe enough, even in Night Vale. Just so long as Skip didn’t wander into any storage closets or accidentally get stuck on a set of never-ending stairs.

Skip figured the lobby would have to do, the tense atmosphere between the two was obviously beginning to show through Carlos’ tone of voice, it was certainly irritating to know that his prey was going to continue to be this difficult.

Pity, friendly chat and seduction had all failed him. Geez, he needed to work on his game or go back to rats.

Lies. His mind hissed. “That’s fine!” He chirped instead, concealing any doubt in Carlos that may have slipped through the cracks of his lips. “I understand work, believe me! Thanks for joining me for dinner anyway,”

Carlos glanced at the other man and offered him a smile. “I’m glad I was able to help keep you out of trouble,” he said, which was the truth. No one wanted to cross Big Rico’s Pizza. No one.

But still, Carlos couldn’t wait to get back to the lab and back to work.

Skip didn’t get dinner that night. Even with the extremely delicious pizza, his body needed to have blood from a human and that was what he had failed at preforming. His skills were rough to say the least, he couldn’t even seduce someone anymore. Sigh.

The morning was a different story though, with a burning sun over the horizon and the looming sky of inevitable death waking the town as it did every morning. Though today the birds screamed extra loudly,

With his night off at the circus behind him, Carlos was back in his routine. He was in his lab downstairs from his apartment this morning and was currently working with the Literal Rock Band, sitting in on their practice session while he used his computer to scout out venues they could possibly play at in the coming months. He was their band manager after all and it was his job to get them gigs.

My Fingers Slipped @partyplanningforsuckers The heat only seemed to be packed in at the circus, with the hundreds of citizens that had swarmed like ants and the intense rides that seemed to have a life of their own. The smell of sugary cotton candy and popcorn was enough to lure anyone who had just come from a days work, the circus was the place to be. With a circle of sand and tigers, along with swinging trapeze and double jointed dancers, the main stage was selling ticket for such a view.

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers

the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.

Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.

Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.

@partyplanningforsuckers

The
acrobat thought hard on this for a moment, which would be more secure
and inconspicuous? He was too far in to pull out at this rate, it would
be even worse if he didn’t finish the job.

“Can you walk me up to my room in the hotel? I’m just nervous of the
town.. I’ve heard pretty awful things happen around here.” He happened
to be one of them, his mind teased as he buckled his seat in.

Really? He was hardly invested in what Carlos had to say about his work, even though he asked after it, and then he practically rushed them out the door and now he wanted Carlos to walk him up to the room? Carlos was not very much inclined to do that.

“I can walk you to the lobby door,” Carlos said. “Honestly, I have some work to get to since I took some time off today.” Not strictly incorrect – he did need to check in with the Literal Rock Band and see how their new ‘crib’ was shaping out for them. Besides, just going to the lobby would be safe enough, even in Night Vale. Just so long as Skip didn’t wander into any storage closets or accidentally get stuck on a set of never-ending stairs.

Skip figured the lobby would have to do, the tense atmosphere between the two was obviously beginning to show through Carlos’ tone of voice, it was certainly irritating to know that his prey was going to continue to be this difficult.

Pity, friendly chat and seduction had all failed him. Geez, he needed to work on his game or go back to rats.

Lies. His mind hissed. “That’s fine!” He chirped instead, concealing any doubt in Carlos that may have slipped through the cracks of his lips. “I understand work, believe me! Thanks for joining me for dinner anyway,”

Carlos glanced at the other man and offered him a smile. “I’m glad I was able to help keep you out of trouble,” he said, which was the truth. No one wanted to cross Big Rico’s Pizza. No one.

But still, Carlos couldn’t wait to get back to the lab and back to work.

My Fingers Slipped @partyplanningforsuckers The heat only seemed to be packed in at the circus, with the hundreds of citizens that had swarmed like ants and the intense rides that seemed to have a life of their own. The smell of sugary cotton candy and popcorn was enough to lure anyone who had just come from a days work, the circus was the place to be. With a circle of sand and tigers, along with swinging trapeze and double jointed dancers, the main stage was selling ticket for such a view.

partyplanningforsuckers

the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.

Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.

Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.

@partyplanningforsuckers

The
acrobat thought hard on this for a moment, which would be more secure
and inconspicuous? He was too far in to pull out at this rate, it would
be even worse if he didn’t finish the job.

“Can you walk me up to my room in the hotel? I’m just nervous of the
town.. I’ve heard pretty awful things happen around here.” He happened
to be one of them, his mind teased as he buckled his seat in.

Really? He was hardly invested in what Carlos had to say about his work, even though he asked after it, and then he practically rushed them out the door and now he wanted Carlos to walk him up to the room? Carlos was not very much inclined to do that.

“I can walk you to the lobby door,” Carlos said. “Honestly, I have some work to get to since I took some time off today.” Not strictly incorrect – he did need to check in with the Literal Rock Band and see how their new ‘crib’ was shaping out for them. Besides, just going to the lobby would be safe enough, even in Night Vale. Just so long as Skip didn’t wander into any storage closets or accidentally get stuck on a set of never-ending stairs.

My Fingers Slipped @partyplanningforsuckers The heat only seemed to be packed in at the circus, with the hundreds of citizens that had swarmed like ants and the intense rides that seemed to have a life of their own. The smell of sugary cotton candy and popcorn was enough to lure anyone who had just come from a days work, the circus was the place to be. With a circle of sand and tigers, along with swinging trapeze and double jointed dancers, the main stage was selling ticket for such a view.

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers

the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.

Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.

Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.

@partyplanningforsuckers

With
a roll of his eyes, the acrobat snatched away a slice of gooey cheesy
pizza to tear into it like some kind of animal, not at all as graceful
as his physical performances were at the circus. It was actually quite
ironic.

Skip was finally beginning to lose his patience, his fingers tapped along the table as he ate the slice reluctantly.

Alright, something was definitely not right. Carlos was finding that he was eager to get Skip back to the tent for his bike and then go back home to his lab. He considered if he should ‘accidentally’ unfollow Skip on Twitter… the temper was just really putting him off.

Carlos’ finished as fast as he could, eating maybe more loudly than preferred. he’d liked to have taken his time with it, but not this time.

He spent a moment wiping his mouth with a napkin to get the pizza sauce cleaned up.

As soon as Carlos was finished, Skip was practically jumping down his throat for him to hurry up and even went as far as to wait by the door for him. It was for one, extremely agitating and nerve wracking.

Though as they moved into the car to head off, Skip’s tone plummeted throughly and suddenly allowed his head to drop forward in realization at what he was about to do. He bit at his lip, his conversation had been stiff and awkward, he wasn’t ready to preform. “I’m sorry,” Skip muttered, “I didn’t mean to rush you like that… I really didn’t, I just have urgent issues I forgot about.”

Carlos just hummed in acknowledgement as he unlocked his car. “So… um, just back to the tent okay? Or do you just want to go straight to the hotel you’re staying at?” he asked.

My Fingers Slipped @partyplanningforsuckers The heat only seemed to be packed in at the circus, with the hundreds of citizens that had swarmed like ants and the intense rides that seemed to have a life of their own. The smell of sugary cotton candy and popcorn was enough to lure anyone who had just come from a days work, the circus was the place to be. With a circle of sand and tigers, along with swinging trapeze and double jointed dancers, the main stage was selling ticket for such a view.

partyplanningforsuckers

the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.

Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.

Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.

@partyplanningforsuckers

With
a roll of his eyes, the acrobat snatched away a slice of gooey cheesy
pizza to tear into it like some kind of animal, not at all as graceful
as his physical performances were at the circus. It was actually quite
ironic.

Skip was finally beginning to lose his patience, his fingers tapped along the table as he ate the slice reluctantly.

Alright, something was definitely not right. Carlos was finding that he was eager to get Skip back to the tent for his bike and then go back home to his lab. He considered if he should ‘accidentally’ unfollow Skip on Twitter… the temper was just really putting him off.

Carlos’ finished as fast as he could, eating maybe more loudly than preferred. he’d liked to have taken his time with it, but not this time.

He spent a moment wiping his mouth with a napkin to get the pizza sauce cleaned up.

My Fingers Slipped @partyplanningforsuckers The heat only seemed to be packed in at the circus, with the hundreds of citizens that had swarmed like ants and the intense rides that seemed to have a life of their own. The smell of sugary cotton candy and popcorn was enough to lure anyone who had just come from a days work, the circus was the place to be. With a circle of sand and tigers, along with swinging trapeze and double jointed dancers, the main stage was selling ticket for such a view.

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers

the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.

Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.

Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.

@partyplanningforsuckers

“No,
they’re not as good as the other things I hunt. I prefer not to eat
anything that has hooves in fact,” He smiled and shrugged it off, “I
find little times in the day to do what I want, aside from practice and
college.. I prefer at night,”

He sipped at the bubbling drink in his hand, “Anyways, enough about
me… Tell me about yourself, surely you have to have something you love
doing too. Something that you just can’t help but love, no matter what people think of it.”

Okay… Carlos didn’t want to judge Skip for that, but here he was – silently judging. That was just such a waste of food… what even was the point if he wasn’t going to eat it?

“Well, uh, you know that I am a scientist. I love doing science,” Carlos said. He then smiled. “But I’m also a part-time band manager for the Literal Rock Band. We have an understanding between us since they need a manager and I want to study them.”

Though as Carlos talked on for a short while, Skip was clearly unamused and not at all entertained by what he had to say. Thanks to obvious yawns and coverings with his hand, as he yawned once Carlos got a beautiful glimpse of a pair of pearly white fangs.

“M’ tired..” Muttered the acrobat, “I know we just got here but do you think you could take me home?”

Carlos paused in the middle of slurping his pizza soup, a long line of cheese dangling from his mouth. The fangs weren’t what stopped him though – a lot of people had fangs in Night Vale – it was the question.

“Uh, really?” he asked as he used his fingers to break the cheese string connecting him to the bowl. “You not hungry? Or has it just been a long day?”

Carlos was feeling a little self-conscious. Skip seemed interested in his work earlier in the evening, but now Carlos wondered if he’d heard a thing he said. Of course though he wasn’t going to bring it up – that would be rude in a first meeting.

Skip watched as Carlos absolutely gorged himself, laughing his ass off internally as the scientist was so obviously taken back from his dinner.

Humans were still animals.

“I can wait don’t worry, finish your food and relax.. I’m just not feeling so hungry tonight,” He explained softly, “I’ll just have some more drinks.. We’ll leave when you’re full.”

But he just said he wanted to go home. Carlos felt like he was getting some mixed signals here, and he was honestly a little concerned… mostly for himself, if he were honest. Something just wasn’t quite right…

“Well, I can ask for some take-out containers. You need to eat your, um… slice at some point or you might get in trouble. I’m serious – the city is pretty strict about this. Then I can take you back to the tent to get your bike…”