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WHO THE FUCK
PUT A FUCKING BANANA PEEL
AT THE TOP OF THE FUCKING STAIRS
WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK THIS IS, FUCKING LOONEY TUNES?! -
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So. Th' kid's name is officially Keita, I guess. I came up with th' name while I was playing Spider Solitaire on my computer and ignoring that fucker Rossiu's messages about highway and car laws or somethin' and Yoko likes it so I can't call th' kid 'it' anymore ( Read more... ) -
OOC: PHONE LOG POST
Who: Yoko and Kittan
What: Phone conversation. Kittan has to explain his two-day absence, and maybe grow up a little. Maybe.
Where: Tubes.
When: Right the fuck now.
Why: Because we can.
Notes: You didn't hear this unless you were a random pedestrian on the street as Kittan was walking back to his apartment. And even then you'd only hear one half ( Read more... ) -
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THERE WERE DINOSAURS IN BROOKLYN?! -
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Fuck everything.
I'm takin' a fuckin' one-week - at least - one week vacation an' there ain't a goddamn thing anyone can do about it.
God cheats at Brawl. So does Kamina.
I won against Kamina though.
Oi. Yoko. Uh. Can we talk? -
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Yoko.
You fucking owe me an explanation. Right the fuck now. -
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Just t'let you know, Simon, Rossiu.
If I get sick, m'takin all my paid vacation an' sick days at once.
I calculated it, an' it comes out to about.
Six months an' four days.
Oi, Kamina. I'm up for a rematch at any time. -
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Enough avoiding me.
We need to talk. -
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All's well that ends well, I guess. King Kittan's pretty beat up an' the surrounding area's pretty much demolished, but we won ( Read more... ) -
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I portkey'd back to the Dai Gurren to get some things.
And.
WHO THE FUCK PUT A POSTER-SIZED PICTURE OF AN OGREFISH IN THE LOUNGE.
SHIT IS NOT COOL.