There are slugs here that think it's a cool idea to just come on in and chill out on the floor in the house.
I almost stepped on one or into it's sluggy little slime trail or something.
Fuck my life all I wanted was food from the kitchen.
Can I go back to North America now?
On the bright side, I've managed to completely avoid Awful Steve for a full month. Pretty sure he hasn't even seen me once in all that time. Sometimes I see him from like. An upstairs window or something. But if he's creeping around, you'd better bet I'm hiding upstairs.
Success.
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