Midnight Pals: Dogs (Patreon)

Hildur Knutsdottir: submitted for the approval of the midnight society, i call this the tale of the night guestKnutsdottir: its about a woman who gets a full night's sleep so you would think she would be well rested (she's not)Knutsdottir: it's almost like something is possessing her while she sleeps (something is)

Knutsdottir: this possession Knutsdottir: you might think it's the yule lads (it's not the yule lads)Knutsdottir: or maybe grylla (its not grylla)Knutsdottir: perhaps its the hidden people (its not the hidden people)

Knutsdottir: now this woman also has a dead sisterKnutsdottir: so you would think maybe the ghost of her dead sister is possessing herKing:Poe:Lovecraft:Koontz:Barker:King: umKing: was there supposed to be a parenthetical thereKnutsdottir: not saying

Knutsdottir: now of course when this woman has weird sleep problems, you would of course take advantage of our socialized medical system to see a doctor (she does this)Knutsdottir: but even socialized medicine is not free from the scourge of sexism (there's a lot of it)Angela Carter: yes yes this scans

Knutsdottir: anyway that's the Icelandic socialized medicine system for youDan Simmons: why do you have to bring politics into this?Simmons: i just want a nice apolitical scary storyKnutsdottir: ok i'll fast forward to the cat murdersLovecraft: WHAT

Knutsdottir: yeah someone's been killing cats (it's her) which you wouldn't expect (she loves cats)Lovecraft: i can't listen to this!Lovecraft: i can tolerate rac-Barker: we know howard you say that everytimeLovecraft: it's my catch phrase!Barker: no it's not!

Knutsdottir: every night she walks across the city (to the harbor)Knutsdottir: now you think she might be visiting Bæjarins Beztu Pylsur (but she's not)Cynthia Pelayo: aw that hot dog ain't no good!King: what? hot dog?Knutsdottir: you're entitled to your opinion (it's actually the best in the city)

Pelayo: what dya even put on a hot dog over there?King: why are we talking about hot dogs?Knutsdottir: með ölluPelayo: pfft! með öllu indeed!Pelayo: ya don't even know what you're getting!

Pelayo: i tell you, you want a hot dog, you get it CHICAGO STYLEPelayo: mustard, chopped onion, pickle spears, sport peppersPelayo: YEAH! CHICAGO STRONG, BABY!!!Pelayo: GO BEARS OR MAYBE WHITE SOX!!!

Knutsdottir: no no see a hot dog should have remolaði sauce (and apple ketchup)Pelayo: wtf! the only sauce that goes on a dog is mustardKnutsdottir: WHAT?! like the infidel bill Clinton?! (he ordered with only mustard during his 2004 visit)Knutsdottir: NEVER!!!Knutsdottir: it's með öllu!!! always með öllu!!!

Lovecraft: now i prefer my sausages providence styleBarker: no you don'tBarker: that's not even a thingLovecraft: no it is! its when you put a Vienna sausage on a slice of white breadBarker: howard, we all know you don't eat ethnic food

Pelayo: who's ready for mouth watering hot dogs??Lovecraft: ah sausages!Pelayo: Hebrew national hot dogs!Lovecraft:Lovecraft: [sweats]