Fuckin' shit, man.

[olwe]

So it goes like this:

A fuckin' young couple came t' me with a problem. Like, they want t' have lots and lots of pretty young kids but not go through the fuckin' hassle of twelve months of pregnancy and fuckin' misery with the water breakin' and stretch marks and all that shit. So bein' the good samaritan I am (seein' that one of them is my grand-

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[feanaro]

*knocks on lab door*

[olwe]

Eh? Who the fuck are you and what the fuck do ya want?

[feanaro]

I am Fëanor. I don't think I ever properly apologised for you for starting all that kinslaying stuff way back when. I don't know if you even remember. Your pupils were the size of saucers when I declared war on you and everything. Hmmm. You know, forget I said anything.

[olwe]

Quit pullin' my leg. You're not Fëanor. Fëanor had green hair and eyes that blinked the morse code. You're just some chick who busks on the fuckin' streets, man. Here's a fuckin' dollar. Good bye.

[earwen]

*ignores entire conversation with Fëanor and pretends her father is NOT being scrubbed down in a tub of bubbles with cheese bread and wine by her brother-in-law*

Aww you're such a good grandpa!! :D

[olwe]

Your brother-in-law is like, fuckin' weird.

Awww and shit, thanks!! :D

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[earwen]

I know! The other one's even fuckin' weirder. The day he comes in for some kind of sponge bath, just RUN, man. He's fuckin' cracked.

:D

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[olwe]

....o.O

[finwe]

*does like Eärwen and ignores the above-conversation*

Ooooh grandbabies. You can have a gold star for helping them out.

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[olwe]

Fuckin' shit yeah! Gold star! *polishes*

What th' hell's wrong with the above-conversation?

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[finwe]

Not the one with your daughter. The one with my son. And nothing's wrong with it, I just like to stay out of Fëanor's business. Or something.

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[olwe]

Your son is a fuckin' odd individual.

I like it.