『ɪɴsᴀɴɪᴛʏ ɪs ᴀ sᴏᴄɪᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛ』 ┄┄┄┄┄┄【☠︎】┄┄┄┄┄┄ ⠀ ❝ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ’ᴍ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ᴏғ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ɪᴛ’s ɴᴏᴛ… ❞ ┄┄┄┄┄┄【☠︎】┄┄┄┄┄┄ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀『ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ ɪɴғᴏ ↓』

“Hello again, darkness, my old friend…”

“No, this one’s on me. I’m incredibly proud of all of you for coming together and getting the ‘W’ in this ‘great game’. We, collectively, have won a great victory tonight. Good show!~”

And this is why there’s a dedicated fridge in the garage—specifically to store ALL the cakes and dessert that catch Stocking’s fancy in a given week.

“C’mon, mate—let’s go grab a pint. We have a lot to discuss as it pertains to the near and far futures. You’ve been around me the longest. I think it’s pretty clear you’re second in the chain of command, I think you ought to know where my long-term strategic planning is heading.”

Andrew pushed past everyone crowding around the locker rooms before slipping inside the Warhounds Dressing Room suite and knocked on Glacier’s (@Glacier_Zhens) door. “I should like to have a little chat with you, I think…”

Like the Cigarette Smoking Man from the X-Files, indeed…Andrew had been watching the whole thing. He knows. And is…preparing. He drops the lit cigarette butt before putting it out with the bottom of his shoe. “…Right then. Time to suit up and hit the weights…”

“Well done, bruvs! And that’s how the Warhounds GET IT DONE, mate!”

“It’s all just one bloody cycle of FA and FO. We are now in the ‘find out’ stage of FAFO.”