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[bootme]

Well, then

Comments

[round_the_bend]

what

[bootme]

I'm not talking to you. I'm plotting your death.

[round_the_bend]

What?

[bootme]

Please consider the implications of your words next time you talk, or write, or whatever, all right?

A Suggestion

[pomonasprout]

Mr Boot, I feel that I must suggest something you might want, but certainly shall not have if you continue with your customary... Hijinks: An evening free of everyone's favourite pastime, by which I mean DETENTION!

There is to be no arsenic of any kind, Mr Boot. None. That is all.

Re: A Suggestion

[bootme]

You realise, of course, Professor, that it is entirely possible to eat small amounts of arsenic and stay completely alive and well. I mean, it exists in the water we tend to drink, the food we eat, even if I was not involved. It's a heavy metal.

Re: A Suggestion

[pomonasprout]

Please, don't be pedantic with me, boy. I mean that, for any other student, I would take it to be commonsensical that one ought not to poison one's fellow human beings. Where you are concerned, however, sense is not common.

Re: A Suggestion

[bootme]

I was just stating, for the record, that even if one was placing arsenic in another's food, it might not kill them. Immediately.

In fact, arsenic builds up in the fatty tissues. You can eat arsenic and not die. A lot of it, in fact.

It's when you stop eating it, after you've started, that you die.

It was just a statement.

For the record.

[seventhdaughter]

What've Michael and Anthony done then?

[bootme]

They were responsible for a set of mental images which contributed to the already far-too-quick destruction of my psyche.

[seventhdaughter]

There's still something with the power to scar your poor brain? I shudder to think.

[bootme]

Well, there is very little, I think. An incredibly miniscule amount.

The idea of my roommates shagging can do it.

...Oh dear Lord, there it is again...

[fletchfinchley]

I thought the mental images were rather provocative, myself.

[bootme]

Fine then. If you can find a way to extract them from my head, they're all yours. But seeing as I shall be scarred by them forever, the issue stands.

[fletchfinchley]

Bitch bitch bitch.

[bootme]

Oh, just shut up already.

[susie_ann]

I think I'm with Justin... Anthony? Pretty. Michael? Pretty. Anthony and Michael? Behold, the pretty.

[bootme]

Michael: I have known since we were 11.

Anthony: Same, and the addition of quite a few other tiny facts on that end which, while making it amusing, also make me twitch.

Together: Oh dear Lord make the pain stop.

It's like considering my thoroughly annoying brother who I never talk to and secretly wish deader than dead doing things with my absolutely crazy other brother who I believe should be kept as far away as possible from sharp objects. Need I say more?

[round_the_bend]

[bootme]

Yes, Michael?