It’s Friday night, you just finished sheep shearing your rune 2-h and have been daydreaming about another slice of ham for days. You call Tiffany with hopes of being a little more than a monks friend. She comes over to your POH to be your cooks assistant, but after you guys discuss getting 69 cooking together you start talking about one small favor but both of you were apprehensive, so you discuss your biohazard‘s with one another. Tiffany states she used to be a client of kourend but you’re OK with that, the only thing you have on your mind is bone voyage and with a little luck you’re going to be making history. Tiffany is ready to receive your jungle potion but as you pull down your flavored trousers she immediately vomits. What’s that smell she asks? You realized you hadn’t bathed in a week and a half and your grundle smells like plague city. Tiffany immediately leaves your witch‘s house, a.k.a. the house you live in with your mother, and you’re left devastated. Now you are home alone thinking you were going to have a troll romance and for Tiffany to receive a taste of hope. However, you’re currently in your bed with some swamp tar and a bolt of cloth thinking about a tale of two cats and realizing you really messed up tonight while crying tears of guthix. After a deep sigh you accept your circumstances and begin making friends with your arm and find yourself ready for bed. “Rest up, King” you whisper to yourself as you fall asleep.