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[flight__]

I feel bad for the inactivity lately, but I haven't really written anything worth posting? SIGH, but the guilt over not posting won out, so here is something that I still dislike, but less so than everything else in my Venture Brothers file.

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[runcible]

Answer me these questions three:

Why are you so good.

Why.

WHY.

"Climb on, boy-o," Hunter tells Brock. "Took me damn hours to find you, I'm tired as a bastard." The ladder reaches them, and Brock glances at Molotov, who is calmly smoking, then looks questioningly up at Hunter. "You too, you rat bitch Commie," Hunter orders. "The death you have coming to you doesn't involve becoming a Pinkosicle."

Also, this part made me CRY. WITH LAUGHTER. The tears, the sniffling!

[terrie]

I KNOW. PINKOSICLE!! She does not believe me about the funny. >[

[umbricman]

As usual, you give something toucbing but keep it laced with humor. Man, you're a pretty excellent writer. Teach me your secrets.

[terrie]

You, madam, need to write more. And stop thinking what you write is bad. Because it is not.

[flight__]

>[ I won't have you spewing your lies on the LiveJournal, madam.

[terrie]

>[ They are not lies.

[flight__]

So many lies.