Superhell: Date

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[All i can think of is every time I've tried to get a mcflurry and the machine is broken.

He'll eventually find his way to the machine and get a cup to go underneath it.]

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[ to be ic i think you need to flip a coin. ]

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[Two is a failure.

It does not work.]

Maybe it's broken?

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[ NOOOOO he could’ve had a treat and then i ruined it. ]

Shoot. Uhh…

The other one’s will have ice cream machines. It might not be a Frosty but we can try those.

… Or I can kick the machine?

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[That's hell, baby!]

Let's try the other things first. We can come back to this later.

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[ nts: boot the machine later. ]

Mc... Naldos. That's probably a good place to start.

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That's right next door.

[So he will start walking over to it.]

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[ while sweet nameless is not look…. date delivers a quick boot to the frosty machine. it rattles a little wearily. maybe it will work next time?



hehe? ]

You can mix stuff into these, so… I mean I don’t know a thing about the other one, but I do know that about this one.

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[ oh it’s so big and for what ]

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[It's a ~SURPRISE~]

You had this kind of shop at where you were before?

[At least there are some spare m&ms around.]

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Yeah. Similar name too. McD*nalds?

Same kind of menu, same kind of drinks.

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Huh...

Hell brand.

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Should we be worried that hell’s got its own branding?

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What is there to be worried about?

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Imagine hell with capitalism funding.

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I haven't seen any money since we've been here?

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We're the lowest on the ladder, the peons. There's no way we'd see money.

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Nothing seems to cost anything.

Do you think there's a... tab somewhere?

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Probably.

[ he's just making a mcflurby now. if there's a tab he literally doesn't care about it. what's he gonna do? be sent to hell because he didn't pay it? ]

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[He'll mimic what Date is doing.

Time to get sweets.]

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[ yeah!

date is still dumping chocolate bits in his mcflurby, honestly. but when he does, he-- manually mixes it with his spoon. what is even the point? ]

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[As far as Nameless knows, this is correct!]

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[ there is no wrong way to pile the treats in a mcflurby. ]

You see anything you like?

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[Points at the oreos.]

What are they?

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[ he leans over to look. ]

Oh, those are chocolate biscuits with some kind of really sugary cream-like filling. Or, they are when they’re not smashed into pieces to be dumped on top of ice cream.