Midnight Pals: Desert Island Game

Cat Voleur: Submitted for the approval of the midnight society, i call this the story of the end of the world
Voleur: what if the world ended and you were stuck on a tropical island with your incredibly hot lover
Voleur: wouldn't that suck?
Voleur: wouldn't that just be the absolute worst?

Voleur: i mean, just imagine
Voleur: it's just you and your insanely hot lover
Voleur: nothing to do but lie on the beach naked
Voleur: go swimming naked
Voleur: generally be naked
Voleur: and when you get tired of that, maybe have sex

King: well, there's got to be a downside, right?
Voleur: does there?
Poe: how nice is the island?
Voleur: oh, it's so nice
Voleur: it's great
Voleur: it's like perfect

Barker: just to clarify the hypothetical
Barker: the lover in this scenario
Barker: how hot are we talking?
Voleur: the hottest
Barker: yeah i'm not seeing the downside
Voleur: no for real, it's real bad
Barker: maybe for you
Barker: RIP to that guy but i'm different

Voleur: oh but there is one thing that i forgot to mention about this whole scene
King: what's that?
Voleur: your every whim and desire instantly becomes reality
Voleur: like that vacation planet in star trek
Voleur: isn't that awful?

King: no for real
King: what's the catch?
Voleur: ok ya got me
Voleur: this super hot lover that you're stuck with for all eternity?
Voleur: she's an Instagram influencer
Barker: oh christ that WOULD suck
Barker: i take it all back!
King: joe what's an influener
Joe Hill: it's a bad person, dad

Voleur: here's the thing
Voleur: what if it turned out that this perfect world wasn't real?
Voleur: eh? eh?
Poe: oh shit
King: that would be
Poe: an epistological nightmare
King: yeah an epistological nightmare

Koontz: golly! it makes you wonder
Koontz: are we real
Koontz: or are we just figments of some evil genius's imagination?
Mary Shelley: you best not be pulling some john barth shit here
King:
Koontz:
Poe:
Barker:
Shelley: that's right