12-25-2015, 04:56 AM
SHIT. Not good, not even vaguely good. The landlord was actually confronting Steve about the damned boxes. How the hell would he bluff his way out of this one...wait. Wait, he remembered reading something. Yeah! Okay, he just had to put on a 'stressed-out and nervous' act. Or better yet, he just had to act like he actually felt.
"...I, uh...God, this is so embarrassing." Steve looked down to his feet. "...I thought I might have testicular cancer. I had some, you know, 'downstairs pain', that's one of the signs. And I know that pregnancy tests are a good indicator for that, so I bought a few different brands. All negative, haha!" He grinned weakly. "And that pain seems to be going away, so I guess I just wasted my money...oh, well."
"Oh, as for dishes, I do need some, yes." He wasn't sure whether Alderman would help him with that or not, but he was asked two questions, and he answered both of them.
"...I, uh...God, this is so embarrassing." Steve looked down to his feet. "...I thought I might have testicular cancer. I had some, you know, 'downstairs pain', that's one of the signs. And I know that pregnancy tests are a good indicator for that, so I bought a few different brands. All negative, haha!" He grinned weakly. "And that pain seems to be going away, so I guess I just wasted my money...oh, well."
"Oh, as for dishes, I do need some, yes." He wasn't sure whether Alderman would help him with that or not, but he was asked two questions, and he answered both of them.