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[cheapbastard]

yeah, all right, i'm new here. please send your welcome wagon baskets of cookies to my room. i'm hungry.

( but that wasn't the reason he was putting himself out there now. he didn't really want to talk to this lot but seems like that was gonna have to be something he does.

so, he's making it happen. )

what i'm gettin from this place is that i can't go back to where i was, this place is in fuckin' space and those are actual fuckin' stars out there, and you lot like to get fucked up drunk sometimes.

( yes, he'd seen that post of yours, newton. seen it and he was going to remember it for the rest of his life. )

so, since you lot are so ready to offer up advice, i got two things:

one, where can i get a fuckin' good drink?
two, where can i punch the shit out of something? or someone. volunteers? i'm definitely taking volunteers. come on, everyone's so helpful here, right?

Comments

[lateness]

Please shut up.

[ Oh, gods above, has the Doctor finally found his True Nemesis in childish conversational tennis??? ]

[cheapbastard]

Appreciate the manners but no.

No, I will not shut up. Free country, ain't it? I can talk all I want.

( it was on like donkey kong, doctor. )

[lateness]

About your machine gun?

Absolutely not.

[cheapbastard]

Oh? And how you gonna stop me?

( he can talk about his machine gun if he wants to! )

[lateness]

You're going to stop yourself, thank you very much.

[cheapbastard]

( he pretends to think about it before shaking his head. )

Nah, I don't think I will.