Mnemogenic Oh god, fortunately, no. It was one that asked me if it wanted it to fuck me. I thought I was at an optometrist, but I was really at a club for people that like to have sex with skeletons
It was just such a record scratch tonal shift. I hadn’t experienced any vulgarity or profanity up to this point, and it came across the same way when you run into a person at a party that stares you dead in the eyes and really pushes out them cuss words with intent. They clearly pronounce their "t"s and "k"s, you know?:
“Hi, I’m Matt. Is that a Bonk costume?”
“Hi! Yeah, I FUCK-KING love Bonk!”
Something about that just makes me anxious