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Oh right-- [He's picking the phone up while in the kitchen as he just remembered something. Something that he'd been keeping in the bottom drawer of his fridge mind you.]

'Ey, Confag, since yer not a mindless happy loser anymore, I got somethin' fer ya. I think yer gonna like it. If ya say please I might even let ya see what it is. [And he'll smile ( Read more... )

So how 'bout them Yankees?

[He's tired of hearing about this Mailman, Lucy, people voted to stay stuff. Subtle subject change goes here.]

Y'know, back home it'd be twenty-eleven... heh, one more year until the world ends. Or some frickin' nonsense.

Kinna surprised this town hasn't dropped an A-bomb on us yet. Maybe that's next Christmas.

[Don't mind Worth, he's just thinking out loud... on the phone. He has nothing better to do really.]

I don't know what the hell yer all belly achin' fer.

This turkey is perfectly normal. A little over cooked, but nothin' else. An' y'think I'm the one on drugs? [He'll snort, and chew loudly over the phone as he eats a piece of Turkey. Om nom nom. Delicious and plain and normal.]

Oh an' Confag is actin' weird again. He stopped by my office yesterday t ( Read more... )

[Worth had had a busy day, and really hadn't noticed until now that... something was a bit different about him.]

THE FUCK AM I SPARKLIN' FER?!

[He makes note of this while passing a window, making plenty of noise as he carts the phone from the kitchen out to sit just outside facing the backyard. Don't mind the tangle of long cord on the floor family ( Read more... )

The fuck are all these clowns doin' 'round town? Looks like their either 'ere fer the next generic opera try outs or they're lookin' fer E.T.

I hope they catch the little alien bastard if that's the case. Fucker'll eat all the damn candy and soda pop if we don't stop 'em!

[This is Worth, he hasn't been paying attention. He's turning away from the ( Read more... )

I think there's somethin' wrong with our resident failpire, folks. Fucker smiled at me when I waved at em at work earlier. He smiled. Hn.

[Man, it still bothered him. Conrad didn't like him, he made it very clear and with that in mind... why would he EVER smile at him? Especially like that. Like they were pals and Conrad was happy to see him. ( Read more... )

[He's at the high school "working", which entails him leaning back in his chair in the nurse's office looking bored. He is bored. He feels bored. He looks bored. And now he's going to pick up the phone and sound bored.]

Y'know, I jus' gotta say, next time they stick me in a fuckin' hotel with a hot chick, at least make it one I can fuck. [Worth ( Read more... )

[Waking up to find himself in, what was clearly, a hotel room, romantic crap spread out every where... Worth had to pinch himself. Except he was wearing a stupid tuxedo and had to tug the sleeve up to do so. And it hurt. Dammit, how the hell had he ended up in here? Not that he was complaining, as he meant to come here eventually ( Read more... )