It's just sitting across from me, staring, occasionally munching on a pickle from the bowl on the table between us. Once in a while, it starts talking about responsibility and duty, right and wrong, but mostly it just sits there, eyeballing me, chewing its cud. A few times, it's spat at me. Also, for some reason, it's wearing a satan nightgown. I'm kind of afraid.
I don't want to do anything to upset it. I wouldn't be hanging out with it at all, but it has a printer, and I don't. What should I do?

I find it a little odd that such a moral llama would be wearing a satanic nightgown. A tricky situation to be sure. Try engaging it in small talk, and look for further clues.

You could always turn around, then you wouldn't be facing it anymore.

ha! printer reference! lmao

satan nightgown and YOU'RE afraid? what about the poor llama?


edit: Ah, I just now saw the thread. herp-a-derp.

Already tried small talk. It reared up on its forelegs and kicked an end table to flinders with its hind legs. Then it spat at me.
Regarding it wearing the nightgown (which to be clear, is covered with little embroidered devils): I...get the feeling its reasoning might not be all that internally consistent. (To be fair, the devils are rather cute.) Tried it: it bit the seat out of my pants. Then, when i turned back to face it (partly so it wasn't tempted to gently sodomize my now-exposed rear, as I've heard llamas are wont to do), it spat at me.

Is it wearing a hat?

I think this is a classic case of demon fetal harvest.

Or maybe not, but I always wanted to say that.

"Poor llama", my tooth-marked ass. If he can talk, he can certainly decide what he wears, so he gets no sympathy from me. Especially since the gown was clearly custom-made for a quadruped. (Where do you even get something like that made?) Was gonna create a separate thread for that problem, but I didn't want to spam the forum. :) No, and I don't think he's called Carl, either. Does seem kind of murder-y, though.

I was sure just ignoring it, it might have got bored and left you alone.

I'm thinking it may be a cyborg llama sent back from the future to assassinate you.

If that's the case only John Conner can save you. You could use a pipe bomb on him, it might do some damage.

Take him to Candy Mountain.

For some reason I'm hungry for pickles now.

You need Winamp.

Have you been taking spiro, by any chance? I hear that particular drug increases one's appetite for pickles and other salty foods.

It was a joke dt. :P
I am on Citalopram but that's way OT. XD