Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160208030927/@comment-26852465-20160225165522

"You do that, comrade. I packed my own lunch. Well.. actually, Antoine made it for me, before he left on his own. He said it was a pie." As Lyle spoke, he pulled away another box.. and as he opened it, a large spring surged forth, and shoved a pie into Lyle's face.. then, he sat in silent anger.. having been thoroughly bamboozled yet again..