superartie | Office Hours, Friday 5/21

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Artie had a trashcan on his head. He was running into the walls of his office.

Look, you did office hours your way, he did his his way.

"Pipe!" cried Artie. And then he ran into another wall.

He possibly would still end up calling her a viking occasionally. It was his thing.

And Dandelion would forget being called a viking when the next shiny thing came along.

"My trash can smells like pudding."

"Pudding head!" cried Artie. "The Outrageous!"

"Now I want pudding," Dandelion decided. "And eye holes for my trash can. WAIT! No. Just the pudding. And a spoon."

"Eyeholes would be cheating," Artie declared. "We should get mashed potatoes."

"With pudding gravy!"

"And sprinkles!"