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happy late birthday lepo
You know what's fun? A threesome.
You know something Ford Pines has never experienced? A lot of things, but among those things is a threesome.
If all goes well that's going to change tonight. With Rick Sanchez as their third that's a very big if, but there's simply no one else qualified for the position. Beatrice is too much like a sister (and he's pretty sure that she'd laugh in his face if he suggested it), Stan actually is Ford's brother, Cuthbert's far too vain to participate in a threesome that doesn't revolve around him, Alain is beyond uninterested (his loss), and Ford was starkly against asking Fiddleford on the grounds that the shock of it might kill him. It had to be Rick and that's probably why Roland and Ford's room now smells a hell of a lot more like weed than it did a few hours ago.
"Pity we have bunkbeds and not separate frames or we could put our beds together and make a makeshift queensize." At least Ford can rest easy; they can't use his bunk when it's about three feet from the ceiling. Somebody'd be bound to whonk their heads. It's going to have to be Roland's or the floor and he's pretty sure if he suggests the floor Ford will have an aneurysm and call the whole thing off then and there.
You know something Ford Pines has never experienced? A lot of things, but among those things is a threesome.
If all goes well that's going to change tonight. With Rick Sanchez as their third that's a very big if, but there's simply no one else qualified for the position. Beatrice is too much like a sister (and he's pretty sure that she'd laugh in his face if he suggested it), Stan actually is Ford's brother, Cuthbert's far too vain to participate in a threesome that doesn't revolve around him, Alain is beyond uninterested (his loss), and Ford was starkly against asking Fiddleford on the grounds that the shock of it might kill him. It had to be Rick and that's probably why Roland and Ford's room now smells a hell of a lot more like weed than it did a few hours ago.
"Pity we have bunkbeds and not separate frames or we could put our beds together and make a makeshift queensize." At least Ford can rest easy; they can't use his bunk when it's about three feet from the ceiling. Somebody'd be bound to whonk their heads. It's going to have to be Roland's or the floor and he's pretty sure if he suggests the floor Ford will have an aneurysm and call the whole thing off then and there.
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"Rick's back, now this place is - it's fun again, amirite."