[ Flapjack already has his work cut out for him. He drops it off in the midst of a basket that is... well. At the moment it seems to be filled with several boxes of cigars and bottles of liquor. Is there anything else? Looks like stuffed at the bottom like an afterthought is a few protein bars, or meal bars, or whatever.
To be fair... Silco doesn't exactly look like he eats much. ]
What are you β
[ He hissed, batting at the bird. ] β Go away!
[ Sorry Flapjack... At least this bad dad won't do more than ineffectively wave his arms at you. ]
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To be fair... Silco doesn't exactly look like he eats much. ]
What are you β
[ He hissed, batting at the bird. ] β Go away!
[ Sorry Flapjack... At least this bad dad won't do more than ineffectively wave his arms at you. ]