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[teetheyes]

Whenever you're done rolling up your skirt you can come pick up some lamb gyro.

I hope you're not too busy pissing yourself spikey to miss my end of the bargain.

Dr. Sattler, I have a message for you.

//Private to the Bluebird//

Let's talk.

//End Private//

Hey Fido, play dead.

Comments

[glock30.livejournal.com]

Luckily that shit burns right off of me. So if you're trying to fatten me up, it won't work.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

It's a losing battle, that's why I make everything taste fucking perfect.

[glock30.livejournal.com]

You're making up for your shortcomings. How sweet. We'll make a wife out of you yet.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I prefer, at the very least, cabana boy.

[glock30.livejournal.com]

I don't really think it's beach season.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Cabin chef?

[glock30.livejournal.com]

I guess that's better, if it's the best you can come up with.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I'm more than just a good cook you know. I've got some pride.

[glock30.livejournal.com]

You clean, too?

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Enough to keep vermin out, your Irishman excluded.

[glock30.livejournal.com]

Good to hear, all things considered. Do you classify dogs as vermin?

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

It depends on the dog. What mutt do you have in mind?

[glock30.livejournal.com]

Welsh Corgi and all its brothers and sisters.

Except the one who doesn't fucking talk. She can stay.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

It had puppies?

[glock30.livejournal.com]

Big annoying ones. Apparently they're human or something. Maybe alien. I haven't checked.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

That's disgusting.

No really, come by and grab food if you want. Just don't come in.

[glock30.livejournal.com]

What? Why?

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

All right come in, but let me leave first.

[glock30.livejournal.com]

No.

You don't think I'm being serious do you?

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

You and food? You never know.

[glock30.livejournal.com]

And we can't be in the same room why exactly? Are you afraid I'll make you clean?

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

No, that's not it.

[glock30.livejournal.com]

What?

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I don't want to talk about it. No, you and Elle don't need to beat the answer out of anyone.

[glock30.livejournal.com]

Asshole.

I'll leave you something good for midnight on the doorstep, then.