Chapter 2 - The Undiggened

C: Redecorating? Hate what you've done with the place, Bottle. 

B: Me casa es su dilapidated shack. How's Garbage Lady? 

C: Lovely. Why'd it take you so long to unbury me? 

B: Straight to the not pulling punches, huh? Well, i short circuited everything to smithereens, like i'm wont to do. Then i got all mopey, but in the unmopifying process i accidentally lured Skip and Sandra back from their vacations and tried to sell people stuff, and bits and pieces were all falling down around us, so they got mad and stopped talking to me. I just wasn't in the mood to restart all over again, so instead it snowballed and i started answering random questions from the strangest of scantily clad strangers, and now Bridbrad's cranky 'cause i interrupted his porch nap and made him narrate the minion making episode to dig you out. It's all napalm in a netti pot at this point, and i need to be wrangled. 

C: K, that all sounds like normal you. How bad we actually talking here? 

B: I might have reviewed Olivia Newton-John's best selling 11th album, Physical, yesterday, and liked it. 

C: Oh, Lord. Ok, i don't need to hear any more. It just so happens the Lady and i were cleaning up a long forgotten pile the other day, and i do indeed have a batch of random albums that might put you back on track. 

B: Really? I mean, i figured i'd have to bribe you all sorts of ways to get you back on board. Not that i'm above pity participation, but... 

C: We're good. Your fun is more fun than whatever i was doing before, remember? Just take 'em and sort yourself into some less Picasso-esque shape. I'll be busy putting the Comp-center back online if you need me. 

B: Maybe use one of the outlets out in the hallway, it got a little sparkly in here. 

C: I'll be fine, you do you. Fragile moments don't publish themselves. 

B: Funny you should say that. Still, when you're right, you're right. I guess i'll see you when i see you. 

C: Not if i see you first. 

B: Ouch. 

C: Good enough. I don't think i could keep up the angry act much longer. I think you'll enjoy this batch of random immensely. There's an official Trainwreckord, a couple underground icons, a thing you never in a million years would guess exists, and some straight happy Bottle 90s nostalgia. Not that i'm one to brag, but it's a brag worthy assortment. Now, bottle it, Bottle, i've got more than enough work for 12 minions, but i can't read your nonituitively sqiggly all caps cursive catastrophe of a handwritten minion recipe. 

B: Pinnochio! You're a real boy! 

C: Shut up, Bottle. 

B: You got it, dude. Glad you're back, imma go headphone hibernate. Catch you on the flip side, C slug.

Chapter 3

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