The Never-Ending Labyrinth At The Bottom Of The Cellars

[shisteer of nothing much]

Why would we want to leave?

[The Skarzs]

For the challenge of it

[shisteer of nothing much]

Meh, I like it here. I have enough challenges in my life.

[The Skarzs]

Apathy

[HeadInAnotherGalaxy]

Cabbage.

[shisteer of nothing much]

Celery.

[The Skarzs]

Much like apathy, both of those things are inedible

[Verdauga]

Both of those things taste like apathy.

[The Skarzs]

That is. . . Also true

[HeadInAnotherGalaxy]

Ah actually loike zem. *Crunchez on zome celery*

[shisteer of nothing much]

I like celery. Cabbage seems hit or miss sometimes. It's either really good, like, weirdly good, or it's disgusting, and it's super hard to tell which it'll be in a given moment.

[The Skarzs]

Ah actually loike zem. *Crunchez on zome celery*

[shisteer of nothing much]

Celery raw develops the jaw, but celery stewed it more quietly chewed.

[The Skarzs]

. . .

[shisteer of nothing much]

That's a poem called Celery, by Ogden Nash. Quite charming, isn't it?