That's what I'd like to know.

She was still wearing your face when she did it, too.  So what I really want to know is--is she the biter, or is it you ( Read more... )

Kissing you? She KISSED you? What the FUCK?

She never told me she kissed you.

Allerdyce.

Did you KNOW they're reading all of your email? *waves to ugly blue lady*  I feel dirty even sending this ( Read more... )

Dude, if she ended up killing you, it is so not my fault.

Saturday. 10:00 pm.

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Robert Drake
Xavier's School for the Gifted

"Keep true to the dreams of thy youth."
--Friedrich von Schiller (1759 - 1805)

You need to give me a time, you fuckwit.

Sure.  You're not a lackey.  Of course not.  Because people like Magneto, they're all about the equal opportunity ( Read more... )

I am not a lackey. I am not a fucking lackey. Get that right. I go where I want, spend what I like, and do who I want. Sure, I'm part of the operation, and at times I help out, but it's my choice to do it. I could leave any time I want. I could tell the M&Ms to stick it, if I wanted ( Read more... )

I wasn't even going to answer you.  I have nothing to say to you.  You've made your choice, clearly, it's the life of the supervillian lackey for you.  Go you ( Read more... )

Gues that explains a lack of a reply, cause man, it must be hard to type when you're in a coma. Or maybe you're just so amazed that I'm actually doing something with my life that doesn't revolve around trailing around you for once that you went into shock. Hate to disappoint you, Bobby-boy, but like I said, I got bigger things to worry about and ( Read more... )