No more

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No more hippies

Comments

Voice Post

[written_rancor]

*sound of someone clapping slowly and sarcastically*

Re: Voice Post

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.....
What the fuck kind of trick is that???

[written_rancor]

A magic one.

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Cut it out. It's not funny.

[written_rancor]

Then you have a shit sense of humor.

[Voice Reply]

*cue slow clapping again*

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Fuck you, creep. Where did that picture come from?

[written_rancor]

Now do you really expect a polite answer with that sort of nasty language? Whatever. I pulled it out of my ass, if you have to know.

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I'm sorry, Mr. Creepy.
Now you can pull answers out of there too because I wanna know where it came from.
Who are you?

[written_rancor]

Hell, I dunno. It's one of those Network things.

Mort.

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As in Mortimer? Ha. Loser.
What network thing? Where did you get that picture? I mean it. Tell me.

[written_rancor]

As in Morton, dickhead.

The thing you're on. I guess they didn't have computers back in the stone age, huh?

And where the hell do you think I got the picture from? It's mine.

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Stone age? Right. I bet you're older then I am. And probably still living with your mom. Cause you're... lame.
It's not your picture. It looks like me. It's not yours and you're a liar and a creep.

Just stop it.

[written_rancor]

Oooh. Ouch. You're only half right; whilst I should be older than you at the moment, this wonderful curse has decided to put a bit of a damper on the age difference here. And I live alone. Which reminds me, how's the van? Nice and roomy? I think it'd be hard to live in it what with the room your mom and her fuckbuddies take up.

It's mine, you dumb fuck. From back when I was seventeen. Looks nothing like you.

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[[Sheldon can't come to the computer right now. Mort has emotionally bitch slapped him so heavily through type he's gone off to smoke a pound of marijuana and walk in the city.]]