Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-31401828-20170703092347/@comment-31730435-20170706072805

"First of all, hello!" I stammered. "Second of all, what are you. Third of all, what do you eat?" Australia looked back at me and stared. "I could ask you the same questions, mate!" he replied. "So G'day, I'm Straya and I eat clay. I got a fakkin load of it too. Though most of it is outback." His eyes narrowed. "Sandy taste" he muttered. "Clay?" I said. "I have clay pots." "No!" he yelled and the dog looked up. "India tried to convince me to eat one o' them years ago." his eyes closed. "I was in with Dr Osterreich for a week. He wouldn't shut up about the name-copying thing." "Well, I do have booze in the fridge if you want?" I asked. His eyes widened and he dashed over to the fridge and started chugging my Victoria Bitter. "Maybe this strange reality isn't so bad after all!" he glugged as I rushed to stop him.