001:: who can it be now? :: text

[undeadsidekick]

It’s weird looking through the backlog and realizing there have been a few of you here before. I mean really fucking weird. Almost as weird as waking up to a robot telling you you’re a superpowered cop and oh yeah, have superpowers

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[xuffasch]

With any luck, you'll be gone soon enough and won't have to worry about either earplugs or psychoses.

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[undeadsidekick]

Who pissed in your cheerios? If you know a brand, rec them so I don't have to hear Men At Work for much longer.

[xuffasch]

But it's far more interesting to see how well it works as torture.

[undeadsidekick]

Sadist.

It's on you when I snap and kill some innocent bystander. Just so you know.

[xuffasch]

You can hardly blame your lack of control on me.

[undeadsidekick]

I'm a product of society, you're right.

[xuffasch]

Or just of your own stupidity.

[undeadsidekick]

You wound me. Really.

[xuffasch]

That's the idea.

[undeadsidekick]

Hence the sarcasm.

[xuffasch]

Tt. ( and then he has to stop and think because asking Todd for information is loathsome, but- ) You don't know who I am, do you?

[undeadsidekick]

Backlog says your name's Damian and you kind of hate me. Haven't read much further than that.

[xuffasch]

( Brief flash of video. Just Damian glaring down on the screen, the "R" on his chest prominent. )

[undeadsidekick]

Everybody's a fucking Robin now, I guess.

[xuffasch]

Some of us are even good at it.

[undeadsidekick]

You're real creative with the insults. Seriously, I am reeling from the amount of original material you've spouted tonight. Keep it coming.