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[is_an_island]

[ England had been remarkably capable of handling himself quite well for the past week or so. Certainly he sulked by hiding under his blankets, but he did that with pride. Or at least a respectable-looking blanket. But on the 21st day at the fourteenth hour at thirty-three seconds, as he realised he had written nothing but the word SOCKS1 for the

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[makemebreakfast]

You sound really sexually frustrated.

[is_an_island]

Pardon, my hearing must be going a little. What was that?

[makemebreakfast]

[Arcueid says this very slow and rather loud.]

You. Sound. Really. Sexually. Frustrated.

[is_an_island]

I am nothing of the sort!

[the_wee_big_hag]

[Also in the house, knocking on the door]

England?

[is_an_island]

Occupied.

[the_wee_big_hag]

And how long do you intend to occupy this room England?

[Because two annoyed witches are better then one]

[is_an_island]

Perhaps one more month.

[tuna_surprise]

....Are you okay?

[is_an_island]

I'm perfectly fine. I haven't felt healthier in ages. Everything is quite good.

[tuna_surprise]

You don't sound fine.

[is_an_island]

Then your hearing must be terrible.

[armywithcountry]

[Most innuendo tend to fly over Prussia's head, but even he caught some of that.]

. . . you really need to get laid. Or drunk.

[is_an_island]

What are you going on, you idiot? Did you suddenly get a new case of the stupid?

[armywithcountry]

Hey, I'm not the one talking about his spotted dick in public!

[is_an_island]

What? There's nothing wrong with it. And you've never tried it, so don't get started on that. It's actually quite good, and America likes it in large amounts.

[kol_shevik]

Ah, how sad. Little England's economy is crashing.

[is_an_island]

What do you want, you slimy trollop?

[kol_shevik]

Ah, nothing of course. Would not want to catch your sickness.

[is_an_island]

I'm spitting in your general direction.