Jail Cell Mee

[memezillamods]

The Jail Cell Meme

 
"What are you in for?"

Maybe you've only been arrested, or you've been convicted. 
Holding cell, prison cell, your choice.
There's now bars between you and the outside world.
Hope you like your cell mate.
And your guards.

Comments

[stoogesofsanfran]

[That's alright, his pride isn't the sort that demands he always be in control. He'd have a problem if it was.

He's only going to bother with his boxers at the moment, as the rest is entirely too much effort before coffee at the best of times. While also nursing a hangover? No thanks.]

Be back soon's I can manage. Got any Aspirin while I'm at it?

[of_the_rat_variety]

I have more booze.

[Helpful.

She's going to go into the kitchen, down as much water as she can, and start to make breakfast.]

[stoogesofsanfran]

How about coffee?

[But water is a good start. It'll help with the hangover, if not the fact that he hasn't had caffeine in way too many hours.]

[of_the_rat_variety]

[She points to a coffee maker, with all the requisite bits right next to it.]

Make sure Finn's not dead after you get it started.

[stoogesofsanfran]

He's fine. He always ends up drinkin' more than he can handle.



Mrrph.

[He also seems to be trying to bury his face in the couch.]



[Of course, Ratso looks perfectly fine...and entirely too awake for first thing in the morning.]

He might need a garbage can, though.

[of_the_rat_variety]

[Hannah finds that the counter top feels great on her head. It's at that point she points to Ratso.] You. Cook? Better not taste like crap.

[stoogesofsanfran]

Sure thing. Usually ends up my job, anyway.

[of_the_rat_variety]

[Good, she's taking a shot of whiskey and going to roll over the back of the couch onto it and put a pillow over her head.]

[stoogesofsanfran]

[Chow, meanwhile, is just going to slump on the counter while he listens to the coffee brew. The smell may be the only thing keeping him conscious.]



Guess I should go for somethin' easy on the stomach...

[of_the_rat_variety]

[There's a damn good reason it's called 'The Deadman's Surprise'. The surprise being that you're not dead in the morning.]

Good idea.

[stoogesofsanfran]

And this is why I don't drink nothin' that strong, even when I ain't playin' babysitter.



[Chow doesn't have the energy left to speak. Instead he's just going to raise a hand to silently flip Ratso off.]

[of_the_rat_variety]

Remind me to spike your drink.

[stoogesofsanfran]

And then who's gonna cook breakfast, if I'm hungover too?

[As he says that, the smell of scrambled eggs starts wafting from his frying pan.]

[of_the_rat_variety]

Normally my job anyway. [Seeing him drunk sounds amusing though.]

[stoogesofsanfran]

And you don't seem in no condition to do it.

[of_the_rat_variety]

I've done it in worse condition.

[stoogesofsanfran]

An' did it turn out any good?

[And now the smell of toast.]

[of_the_rat_variety]

Yes. Was good as the fucking I just had.

[stoogesofsanfran]

Yuck, I don't wanna hear nothin' about that where it's gotta do with Chow.

[of_the_rat_variety]

His tongue is surprisingly skilled. [You basically asked for that.]

[stoogesofsanfran]

[This is where he covers his ears while waiting for the toast.]

Nope, I ain't listening!



[This is also where Finn starts weakly looking for anything he can use to cover his head with. Oh for a pillow...]

[of_the_rat_variety]

[There are plenty of pillows about, so Finn is in luck.] More talented in other areas. Not the best, but I'd hit it again.

[stoogesofsanfran]

[Oh look, coffee done. Pouring himself some of that and taking a swallow, black.]

Then maybe we could have a victory party when we's done feedin' Drago his own tail, if ya catch my drift.



[Oh look pillow. It's now a hat. And earmuffs.]

I'm not hearing this...

[of_the_rat_variety]

We could use his tail.

[stoogesofsanfran]

Nah, dragon skin's rough as shit. Might make some good sandpaper, though.