In light of a certain previous snap conversation, I have two thoughts. One: I now feel a previously undreamt need to ask if you're all right and if you'd like some Scope. Two: So _that's_ what a windowless van looks like in Ur.

Cleops is a busy working woman on the go. That's why she likes to use Rube Lube.
Rube Lube, new from Loupinvision. Get yours now!

Oh my Giants. Suddenly it all fits.

For a long time now, I've been idly curious why the Giants imagined the various dragon caves. Well, they didn't -- the Rube made them. Carved laboriously, meticulously, over the course of an Age at the ends of secluded, dead end streets. Why? Because they attract adventurous Glitchen.

The Rube is bad at trading? Sure. But why, really? "Yay, it's the Rube! He's got goodies!" He gives out dolls. _He gives out dolls_.

The Rube might be a neanderthal but he still brings me the wood when asked.
(I will be performing at Club U'rges this Friday night if you'd like to see the whole act)