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[yourunichase]

You know there are somedays where I just want to fucking shoot the lot of you.

Yes, we'll do Thanksgiving, we always have, we always will. Next week we'll put up a request board for food stuff. We're going to treat this as a home cooking thing rather than as an American thing. It's more fair that way.

[Private to the Admiral]
Give George a puppy. The kind he'd actually want. And all the stuff to go with it. Don't get cute.

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[causticrage.livejournal.com]

But you can fix that real easy; enough explosives an' ain't nothin' gonna be sayin' "boo" afterwards.

...Just makes collectin' on it afterwards hell, that's all.

[yourunichase]

Unless you're on a boat where people can't die.

[causticrage.livejournal.com]

...Nawww, that don't happen though, not unless you're on some pretty good shit, you know what I mean. [A snicker, with an "oh, you silly womenfolk" look to accompany it.]

[yourunichase]

[Have all of the Ice Queen stare, buddy.]

Unless you're where I am.

[causticrage.livejournal.com]

[So much doubt, but he'll humor her; he's got enough experience with wily women to know sometimes it's the smarter course.]

Yeah? An' where'd that be, sweetheart?

[yourunichase]

Hell.

[causticrage.livejournal.com]

...You shittin' me? How's the service there? [Snicker]

[yourunichase]

[And Parker just rolls her eyes and cuts the feed. Bored of this now.]