[After very effectively learning that no place is safe, Marty's decided he really wants some more of that shit he and Foxy Freckles made--not to say he's high or had even smoked at all on such a day as today, but perhaps--just perhaps--he's forever inflicted from his cannabis use with an endless case of the munchies. Or so his theory goes. Like he knows the inner machinations of his body.
Maybe there's a little excess confidence for someone who just got hit in the face with a frying pan, but he can be found either in or wandering out from one of the kitchens with a big-ass tub of... something. Something that smells fab, is really cold, and has effectively stained his tongue and lips an obvious blue shade.
Does it detract from the band-aid over his red-ass nose, does it.]
Marty Mikalski | ota
Maybe there's a little excess confidence for someone who just got hit in the face with a frying pan, but he can be found either in or wandering out from one of the kitchens with a big-ass tub of... something. Something that smells fab, is really cold, and has effectively stained his tongue and lips an obvious blue shade.
Does it detract from the band-aid over his red-ass nose, does it.]