Thank god. I really didn't want to be handcuffed to a British whiner-baby today.

Screwhead was a pain in my ass.

Screwheads, you are so lucky nothing from my noggin is getting broadcast. That shit needs to stay secret.

I'm all alone and fancy free
But that aint the way I want to be
Now girls get your game up tight
Were gonna have a wing, ding doodle tonight
But right now...

I'm looking for a fox

Aw, hell. Cadman's gone?

My sex favors for cupcake trade is totally ruined.

I'm back, screwheads!

Who missed me?

Nobody's seen any books bound in human skin around, right?

Right?

[ooc: affected and Necronomicon-paranoid. Woo!]

Yesterday made me really glad I'm not the touchy-feely type.

Still, gotta hate a town that punishes you for hugging.

What in the funking bell is going on today?

Peas and rice, this is getting annoying. I really funking hate it that I can't talk the way I funking want to.

So, anyone know where I can find a blacksmith? I kinda need to fix my fake hand.

Son of a bitch!

I really hope I'll be able to clean the blood the goddamn fake hand. Otherwise it might rust shut.

Gods?

I continue to hate you. A whole damn lot.