|Hey, I didn't see Notzo Curious walk in. Guess the party's starting. |
And he's grumpily delivering hot dogs. This is going to be a great celebration.
|Everyone seems to be in a huge rush to get the party started. They must have heard about the nitrate platter.|
|Super Afro Boy is a little more chill with his entrance. He's decided waffles = rager.|
No one ever brings vodka.
|I see the King is in a party frame of mind. |
Although, I'm not sure if I approve of little miss uninvited guest trying to canoodle with weird guy.
|Ooh, where ya running to, Super Afro Boy?|
|Well that's ... probably creepy.|
|This ... is a lot to take in.|
|Welp, we've lost Super Afro Boy. He'd rather talk to Poppy in the foyer.|
However, she's definitely shooting him the "whatever you say, mister." eyeball.
|King Travis finds this scene so unwholesome that he's been driven to literature.|
|I don't think His Highness understands how books work, though.|
Where is everybody else?
|Found Stanley. He's guarding the hot cocoa.|
|Frida's cracked. Maybe it's because she's been pregnant for a million years, without |
actually getting bigger or giving birth. What's the deal with this chick.
|Here we see one of Logan's favorite activities - tuning out the shrieks of some crazy lady in favor of sports.|
|Gah. This pool thing has spread to outsiders now. Yet nobody swims in it!|
|Hrm. I wonder why Suri's glowering at an angle.|
|Aha. Logan, you should know that you're not allowed to talk to other women.|
|Looks like this party is over. Everybody out!|
|Well, that wasn't too difficult to resol - good lord, not the pool again!|
|You really better be walking to that pool, or I'll be forced to do something drastic.|
|Chess, huh? Did not see that one coming.|
|Fuck me. Yes, pool.|
|Dammit! I'm going to see what's up inside the house.|
|Um, no ... I suppose I haven't ever seen a pregnant woman in lingerie eating a hot fucking dog.|
|I'm leaving, before you unhinge your jaw.|
|Oh dear. What's happening now.|
|Here we see Logan doing his best "chill, woman!" pose.|
|Now we have the crouching Rachel, devious Logan thing going on.|
I wonder what his plan is.
|Sleeping in her bed before she can get to it? Unorthodox. It could work.|
But you'll have to get right back up, unfortunately.
|It was probably that hot fucking dog.|