The Mountains

Mallory, your photos are absolutely exquisite!

Oh… zey’re not very good, Abacus. Zey’re awful.

Abacus, I can’t ‘elp you with your research today. Carl was saying some zings yesterday…

Hey Mallory, what if we had sex surrounded by mirrors? Actually, there’s some things I do you probably wouldn’t want to see.

I’m not myself today… I’m… I’m not ‘ere right now…

I understand, my dear. Perhaps the depersonalization has returned. Please get some rest.

Later…

What’s with you, you grouch? You sad about being a grouch?

I had to cancel my research trip today.

I was planning to go into the mountains, but Mallory is indisposed and I need her help with the photography.

The mountains? That sounds badass!

A little common sense is all you need, it’s actually quite safe.

No way! It’s probably totally extreme! Rocks constantly falling, bears everywhere, skeletons all over the place!

Unfortunately, without Mallory’s camera skills, I’ve decided to postpone.

Why don’t I help you? What are we doing, trying to get a photo of Yetis banging?

Soon…

Today’s research did not go as expected. I had a new field assistant who proved to be rather… unfocused.

Clack! Clack! Clack!

Carl, why in the heavens would you want to know that?

C’mon Abacus, how offer do you masturbate?

Hey Abacus, do bugs have asses?

Carl, leave the insects alone and pay attention!

Man, there’s nothing like taking a huge dump outside! I’m still sweating, feel my forehead!

Touch my sweat, Abacus! Feel my liquid effort.