OMG, TIME HAS STOPPED. SEND HELP!
I can send Achilles! He promises me that he'll help you with your stopped time problem just as soon as he catches up to this pesky tortoise he's been chasing.
Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
OMG, TIME HAS STOPPED. SEND HELP!
I can send Achilles! He promises me that he'll help you with your stopped time problem just as soon as he catches up to this pesky tortoise he's been chasing.
(Ze)nooooooooooooo!
So far today:
(Seriously, though, a DUMB place to discharge a gun. There's a major police hub here, and there are always dozens of cops around outside).
Tom, I think you need cake for lunch.
Tom, I think the universe wants you to take a sick day.
Tom, I think you need cake for lunch.
Or pie. In a pinch, popcorn.
I was thinking burrito, or mac and cheese.
Okay, revised lunch for Tom: burrito, mac & cheese, pie, and cake. Then go home early to lie on the couch in a food coma.
I got the burrito part covered.
Excellent self-care, Tom!