So here we are. Time for some introductions.
Say hello to pineapple.
Pineapple doesn't know why he's in Seattle, all he knows is that it is terribly cold, dark, and has suddenly misplaced it's lower three-quarters. He's in a small cup of water, which probably feels funny to it's underparts.
I can't imagine it's a happy camper.
On top of it all, rumors have been spreading among the local horticulture that a previous brother of his parishes in his exact location no more than 2 weeks prior. The mold spores still lightly clinging to the local surfaces. A silent death.
Pineapple is not sure what to make of all this talk, but has decided that it'd be best to give it a go regardless of the morbid failure preceding his arrival.
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