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Brittney: Things I learned in speculative fiction...
If there's ever an apocalypse, fuck hoarding water, hoard condoms
(this is in response to us reading the short story 'Speech Sounds' by Octavia Butler from the book 'Bloodchild and Other Stories')
Skye: straight girl problems

continued in text messages
Britt: What if it's a nuclear apocalypse and you survive but you grow like a siamese twin that's straight and lonely. Then you'll want some condoms but you won't have any because i'll have made a fort out of them and you're not invited.
Britt: it will have a mote. you're missing out
Britt: Alligators
Skye: Keep your condom fort I'll have a cozy brothel and you're not invited! There!
Skye: And by brothel I mean harem, because i'm not sharin' em
Britt: I hope your siamese twin gets pregnant and the baby is evil like in xena warrior princess
Britt: your siamese twin is Gabrielle
Skye: I hope she destroys your condom fort in a fit of radioactive rage
Skye: Let's not bring xena into this :O
Britt: I wanted to reference something homoerotic enough I would be sure you'd know about it
Britt: something with an evil baby
Skye: you brilliant jerk!
Britt: That's the title of my autobiography
Britt: i'm totes gonna thrive. like tina turner in that mad max movie i never watched
Skye: "The people demand a condomocracy!"
Britt: How would you know what the people demand? Your people don't use condoms
Skye: Yeah but i'll still be there inciting the rioters
Britt: They won't listen. They'll be too desperate for condoms and beer. i'll also be hoarding beer
Britt: which I don't drink, but will have anyway because everyone else will be too busy collecting canned food.
Skye: so you'll have no food, but you'll be down to party? haha
Britt: i can use the beer as a conversation piece in my condom fort. the conversation will be "do you want some berr? well you can't have any, it's mine. get out of my fort!"
Skye: some handy lumberjack lesbian in my harem will build a distillery in no time.
Britt: your siamese twin is going to be unhappy and pregnant with evil xenas
Skye: Well miss that is on your conscience!
Britt: that's what the beer is for