part 285 finger sandwiches (literally)
Meme! How was your week?
I had the strangest dream last night, it was a mixture of A Nightmare on Elm Street and Hell's Kitchen - Gordon Ramsey!Freddy Kreuger kept yelling at me me for my sandwich made with pulled people fingers, brains and BBQ sauce not being cooked enough. "THE FINGERS ARE NOT COOKED, THEY'RE RAW, BLOODY RAW ( Read more... )
I had the strangest dream last night, it was a mixture of A Nightmare on Elm Street and Hell's Kitchen - Gordon Ramsey!Freddy Kreuger kept yelling at me me for my sandwich made with pulled people fingers, brains and BBQ sauce not being cooked enough. "THE FINGERS ARE NOT COOKED, THEY'RE RAW, BLOODY RAW ( Read more... )
[... Then catches sight of Denmark.]
[The fuck is this.]
[Dodges flying vegetables and cups his hands to his mouth]
Danmark! Get your ass down here right now, you hear me!
[Never mind that there is quite a question as to how he'll manage that.]
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[TRIES TO DIG HIS NAILS INTO YOU--]
--what, why.
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About my brother.
[Holding just that much tighter now]
But first y'can explain this business with them vegetables.
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[ow]
[ow ow ow it hurts DIGS HIS NAILS HARDER IN...]
I threw one at Denmark and it missed, okay!
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[Digging his nails RIGHT BACK AT YOU]
You aimed that there potato direct.
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W-what potato.
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[Realizes he's holding him a bit too hard. Eases up - just a little. Just firmly, now.]
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[ABOUT TIME YOU DID, NORWAY]
[in return he stops trying to sink his nails in, but not struggling because HE IS SICK AND TIRED OF GETTING PINNED DOWN ALL THE TIME.]
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[He doesn't know him enough to be sure if he's lying or not.]
You're tellin' the truth here, are you.
[Still holds him fast and firm, but not enough to hurt.]
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[continues squirming slightly let go of himmm]
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[Sits on him more firmly. Hong Kong isn't going anywhere.]
Now. Could do this th' easy way - you answerin' me plain, that is. Or we can do it the hard way. What'll it be.
[His tone is more even now. Patient. A bit gentler.]
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[glares up at him, but realising it's obviously not working in the slightest, he sighs and looks him in the eye]
I didn't throw the potato.
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[Well, he seems sincere. Fine.]
Think I feel like havin' a chat all the same.
[Eyes him]
So. Can I get off've you without you runnin' away, or do we have to have it like this.
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[before giving up]
...you can get off.
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[Slips off him, and sits down beside him.]
Now. About that brother've mine. Need t'have a Word with you on that.
[Pause]
... Though another time, or summat.
[Considering at this point there is still all that nonsense going on in the background.]
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Why?
[directed at the first part of those words, of course; anyone would be able to see why talking now wouldn't be ideal]
[what with tomatos and cabbages raining down around them]
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