Ixamyakxim: *three weeks later, after being bombarded with random KFC ads in Spanish, Crow pulls up to drive thru and orders meal in perfectly fluent rapid fire Spanish, even down to regionally mastered inflections*
Yeah right. I'm not that good.
More like, I'll do what I always do when I go to KFC - asking them to give me food that symbolizes my occasional inability to give a shit about anything, including my own health and wellbeing. Seems to do the trick every time.
And surprisingly enough, that segues pretty deftly into
this. It continues to fit.
And then it shifts over to
this, a song that encapsulates the "there's no point to anything, but keep laughing at that pointlessness anyway" feeling that goes with the occasion.