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[yourunichase]

Poker? Drinking?

[Private to the Admiral]
Give Atia back her room, please. Restore it to how it was when she came aboard. You can return all of the stuff she picked up in other worlds to me and I'll restore some of it to her personally.

Also, give us the weird alien shit that people asked for their weird alien meals. And that recipe that Rass wanted. But do it in weird circle language. He wants his shit, he's going to need to work for it.

Do they actually get to go home or heaven or wherever the fuck ever? Are they fucking alright once they leave?

Fuck I hate it here.

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[expectremorse.livejournal.com]

[He spreads his hands] You said the two words that are pretty much guaranteed to have a guy come running like a dog to a food bowl.

Unless. [His eyes narrow] That's an invitation only for wardens.

[yourunichase]

Or unless it's a fucking invitation for my god damn friends.

[expectremorse.livejournal.com]

I'm your employee. Doesn't that mean we're friends?

I could be a good friend. I could be a damn good friend if required.

Private.

[yourunichase]

Probably not fucking today, alright?

Private.

[expectremorse.livejournal.com]

[Younger Hoffman is self-centered and rude. He has a tendency to completely throw himself into any issue or problem. He has a bad case of "shining knight in armor syndrome"]

...Everything all right there chief?

Private.

[yourunichase]

It's fucking fine.

[It's not.]

Re: Private.

[expectremorse.livejournal.com]

[He fixes her with a very serious look] All fine?



[Then, quietly] yeah okay. By the way can we have chicken nuggets for dinner? [He's from 1983, and the chicken nugget was introduced in 1983.] Or would that be far too cliche for prison food?

Private.

[yourunichase]

Sure, chicken nuggets are fucking easy. We just toss them in the fryer.

Re: Private.

[expectremorse.livejournal.com]

[Have an incredibly stupid grin] excellent.

I'd ask for take-out but it needs to be made in a-y'know, kitchen with a rat or two in order for it to taste good.

[He's from New York, leave him alone.]

Private.

[yourunichase]

Well, then your ass better learn to cook take out food.

Re: Private.

[expectremorse.livejournal.com]

[Exasperated sigh] Chicken nuggets are about my speed at the moment. Although I am determined to make the stuff I said I would make.

Private.

[yourunichase]

There's a whole fucking library with books. Learn. It's how we did it.

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[expectremorse.livejournal.com]

Books.

[He nods, but he is clearly disinterested]

Got you. Yep. Books.

Private.

[yourunichase]

Books and fucking practical shit too, you know.

Re: Private.

[expectremorse.livejournal.com]

Practical shit is much more useful then books. [These are facts.]

Private.

[yourunichase]

Have you ever fucking tried to bake without a god damn recipe?

Re: Private.

[expectremorse.livejournal.com]

....I don't normally bake. Cook sure, takeout sure, but baking no. All the stuff's on the side of the box.

[He pauses]

That's not fair. Okay. most of the stuff is on the side of the box.

Private.

[yourunichase]

Yeah, and you can totally fucking fuck up recipes even without it being baking.

Re: Private.

[expectremorse.livejournal.com]

[cue an eyeroll] Once again. I don't bake.

Aren't you supposed to train about that kind of thing?

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[yourunichase]

Books are part of your training.

Re: Private.

[expectremorse.livejournal.com]

[He grins.] I like hands on learning better then books.

If I have to though I will.

Private.

[yourunichase]

Good.