Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27669385-20160930010612/@comment-27039035-20161121174039

"Hey!" Chubs scooted away from her. "We have to be five feet apart at all times. Because you probably have fleas, and worms, and rabies, and mad cow disease." He shuddered. "I don't want to catch anything. That also means if I suddenly pass out, you can just go ahead and let me die instead of giving me mouth-to-mouth." His whiskers twitched in amusement. "Only joking. I think." He glanced all around, feeling lost but not alone. There were a million questions running around his head but not a single answer. "If there's no way to get home, where do I go?"