[ So the movie theatre isn't there tonight! Fuck his life, but that's alright; after talking with Karen he - very grudgingly - acknowledged the fact that he might need to take a night off to cool down before plotting the next gutpunch against Castle Fuckstain.
So, once evening has fallen and all that sun is out of the sky, the big-ass plasma screen in the Game Room (and the couch, naturally. all of the couch) will be commandeered by one grey alien, plonked on down on it and watching one of the finest masterpieces he's come across in his life. For most people who are used to him scowling, grimacing, or downright eyefucking them with hate, it might be a little weird. He seems...utterly fascinated.
That's right. Someone discovered
Insomniac in Indianapolis. The journal falls open on its own beside him on the couch, the crunch of heated husk kernels punctuating a few times before he speaks, awed at what's on display. ]
HOLY SHIT.
THIS IS-
THIS MOVIE IS FUCKING AMAZING!
ALL OF YOU, TELL ME MORE ABOUT THIS...HUMAN MEG RYAN
I NEED TO SEE MORE OF THIS SHIT RIGHT NOW!
( ooc: Open and journal :> )