Post #440988
2026-02-27 20:12 UTC
@jmax@mastodon.social @cstross@wandering.shop you go door-to-door.
“Hello, *checks paper, clicks tongue and trills*, as you know, it’s March and the dread-lord demands skulls. We’re going around the stellar neighborhood, asking if you have skulls and whether we can take them off your hands. Naturally, we’ll deflesh them, even extract them from living beings if you’re squeamish about that sort of thing…”
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@leyrer@23.social 2026-02-27 20:21
@c0dec0dec0de@hachyderm.io @jmax@mastodon.social @cstross@wandering.shop MAN: Hello. Uhh, can we have your skull? You know, it's, uh,-- it's pinkish. It's sort of, uhh,-- MR. BROWN: Yeah,-- y-- y-- yeah, I know what it is, but... I'm using it, eh. MAN: What's this, then? Mmh. MR. BROWN: A skull donor's card. MAN: Need we say more? MR. BROWN: Listen! I can't give it to you now. It says, 'in the event of death'. Uh. Oh! Ah. Ah. Eh. MAN: No one who has ever had their skull taken by us has survived.