That's the only thing so far. Other than that they're an ancient race and know a lot of stuff we don't.
I've gotten a crash course on a lot of things. It feels sort of like the Garrison. Except we're not competing for the top scores we're getting better at staying alive.
At least the Castle's food goo doesn't have this kind of burnt chemical after taste. You get used to it but, it's gross. Especially when you have to eat it cold.
We hooked Allura and Coran on milkshakes. I think we can manage to put a some hamburgers and fries on them before they try to unleash the goo on Earth.
[He has a thought. It sits there a bit like those 3 am thoughts people usually are smart enough to not follow through with during sobriety. Or they dump it on their friends and family to escape it.]
Hey. You ever notice no one ever says what food goo is made out of?
[Look, Shiro is a healthy person, so when he has cravings for a guilty pleasure, it's not for sugar - it's for grease. With all the exercise he does, he's the one that can munch on two triple Macs.
Also squinting at the screen, this definitely smells of late night talks on the roof of the Garrison.]
Yeah. But I'm not sure I'd want to know. Have you checked with Hunk? Knowing him, I bet he didn't rest until he knew the exact ingredients.
[Those were great late night talks on the roof of the Garrison. He misses those sometimes when he isn't 210% focused on the war. What is downtime? For other people. And being dead. Asleep kind of dead, don't make that a joke.]
If I ask Hunk then I'll actually know. I'm not sure I want to know either.
I asked once what Galra used to eat before food goo. No one could answer me. It's just food goo all the way down I guess. Or they're screwing with me. Who knows.
[Oh they were but, he could ignore them then. People made all sorts of remarks about death because of his father. Anyway, back to our scheduled 3 am thoughts.]
I think some of them are. It will take scouting around. We've all been really busy with veterans leading the missions.
Galra security firms shape up, jfc
That's the only thing so far. Other than that they're an ancient race and know a lot of stuff we don't.
I've gotten a crash course on a lot of things. It feels sort of like the Garrison. Except we're not competing for the top scores we're getting better at staying alive.
in which reality?
that is a good question.
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[He has a thought. It sits there a bit like those 3 am thoughts people usually are smart enough to not follow through with during sobriety. Or they dump it on their friends and family to escape it.]
Hey. You ever notice no one ever says what food goo is made out of?
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[Look, Shiro is a healthy person, so when he has cravings for a guilty pleasure, it's not for sugar - it's for grease. With all the exercise he does, he's the one that can munch on two triple Macs.
Also squinting at the screen, this definitely smells of late night talks on the roof of the Garrison.]
Yeah. But I'm not sure I'd want to know. Have you checked with Hunk? Knowing him, I bet he didn't rest until he knew the exact ingredients.
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If I ask Hunk then I'll actually know. I'm not sure I want to know either.
I asked once what Galra used to eat before food goo. No one could answer me. It's just food goo all the way down I guess. Or they're screwing with me. Who knows.
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The mystery will forever remain on your board then.
Really? Huh. Have you tried some of the older members of the Blade? I think there may be someone that was alive when Daibazaal was around.
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[Oh they were but, he could ignore them then. People made all sorts of remarks about death because of his father. Anyway, back to our scheduled 3 am thoughts.]
I think some of them are. It will take scouting around. We've all been really busy with veterans leading the missions.