See a toot that goes "CW: inflation, pooltoy, valveplay, squeaking"
frown
go to kitchen
put kettle on
look out of window
not looking at anything in particular
furrowed brow
kettle clicks off
maybe you misread that CW
stir tea with one hand, turn on phone with the other, no, that's what it says alright
mumble "Valve, play?" like Peter Kay's dad saying "Garlic? Bread?"
maybe it's got something to do with the half-life folks? That kind of valve-playing?
nah probably not eh
welp
return to comfy chair with cup of tea
put on glasses
silently thank the writer of the CW for giving you time to make your choice and prepare yourself for its consequences.
"Alright Fedi," you sigh, getting yourself comfy.
"Show me."