You come back the next day, feathers and a friend in hand.

He scammed you online. Posing as an arma prince, he was able to get a billion points from you before you found out. You hired private investigators, tracked him down, and congratulated him for his hustle. You two have been friends since then.

He even reads your emails for you.

As you enter the art room, you point at Azathoth, explaining to your friend that this was who you were married to.

You tell Kat that there's no way you're letting him smoke a cig in this art museum. Instead you pull out a blunt, light it, and hand it to Kat before pulling out one for yourself.

You raise your blunt and say "Same" with a hearty "Yeehaw!" trailing behind. This was a lie, but you wanted to join in on causing a little emotional damage. What was Kat going to do? Ask his dad?

You look over Kat, talking over the voice of Azathoth. You ask him what he thinks of your significant other. You ask him if you've got yourself a catch or what.

You calmly explain to Kat that despite the fact that Azathoth fucked his dad, that it doesn't mean anything. After all, what were even the chances that you just HAPPENED to marry the only other person in the universe that did that to his dad? There's no way he could have known.


Yes. You were still mad about that arma prince incident and liked to push him around about it, but this was a total accident.

You jump to your feet, and with a hearty "YEEEHAWWW!!" run in front of Kat and towards Azathoth. "Get in line, boy! I got first dibs!"

You run through that darkness, until suddenly you're somewhere you can't explain. The air is thick, and as you gaze up, two statues.....no….two eyes look down.

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