[days have been blurring together for a while now; archer's either crawling around the town trying to "gather" "intel" like a rat, passed out fully clothed in the empty tub at home or zoned out half-drunk staring at the ceiling for three days straight and mentally stuck in antarctica before he remembers he's a tangible presence and gets up to stagger to work to half-ass it and get paid a ludicrous amount of money. thanks, 1960s values!
when some shuffling happens - archer barely notices it, through a considerable effort to ignore the creepy bullshit - and multiple townspeople ask about cassandra instead of rapunzel, he considers the merits of being stuck in a shitty wife swap program.
then he thinks about how he'd much rather just be stuck with pam.
then he drops his head onto his kitchen counter so hard he thinks he might've given himself a mild concussion.
a few minutes later after this, not that she'd know, pam gets a text on the brick-like wrist watches:] Are you still with Meatstick von Pecthrust?
[the context makes sense in archer's head. also, he's not jealous. shut up. then un-shut up and answer.]
@miss pamela poovey
when some shuffling happens - archer barely notices it, through a considerable effort to ignore the creepy bullshit - and multiple townspeople ask about cassandra instead of rapunzel, he considers the merits of being stuck in a shitty wife swap program.
then he thinks about how he'd much rather just be stuck with pam.
then he drops his head onto his kitchen counter so hard he thinks he might've given himself a mild concussion.
a few minutes later after this, not that she'd know, pam gets a text on the brick-like wrist watches:] Are you still with Meatstick von Pecthrust?
[the context makes sense in archer's head. also, he's not jealous. shut up. then un-shut up and answer.]