[Incidentally, Gintoki had just been searching for a space where he could toss in his thoughts about the ghost story that had popped up. He'd hoped someone else would develop the drive to address it first, as it was always easier to chime in rather than lead the charge.
And, as fate would have it, such a man made his appearance! Gintoki was quick to add his complaints. Not that he had been particularly effected by the story. No, no not at all. His blood sugar was just low, which had made him jumpy and irritable.]
Something constructive like devising a way to make snowcones from the snow. Those with a sweet tooth could finally be sated, and productivity would skyrocket from there. Even by just putting up a ghost story, our ability to work had been infringed. Who could concentrate to that? Not that it was scary. It was just too inane.
Use your creativity for better things![The wind howled at the side of Gintoki's cabin. He jumped, smashed the space key in a panic. He never bothered to fix it.] Nevermind cigarettes, did someone manage to pack any snacks?
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And, as fate would have it, such a man made his appearance! Gintoki was quick to add his complaints. Not that he had been particularly effected by the story. No, no not at all. His blood sugar was just low, which had made him jumpy and irritable.]
Something constructive like devising a way to make snowcones from the snow. Those with a sweet tooth could finally be sated, and productivity would skyrocket from there. Even by just putting up a ghost story, our ability to work had been infringed. Who could concentrate to that? Not that it was scary. It was just too inane.
Use your creativity for better things![The wind howled at the side of Gintoki's cabin. He jumped, smashed the space key in a panic. He never bothered to fix it.] Nevermind cigarettes, did someone manage to pack any snacks?