48th Post-It

[reaping_havoc]

CORI YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH. YOU'D BETTER START RUNNING NOW, BECAUSE WHEN I CATCH UP YOU'RE GOING TO WISH YOU WERE NEVER SPAWNED, ASSHOLE. NOBODY FUCKS OVER MY CAR AND GETS AWAY WITH IT.

[ooc: Hooray for secret-revealing curse days. Icon is waffle-love because George has no spectacular I-am-pissed-off icons.]

Comments

[bitingnightmare]

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[reaping_havoc]

You're fucking DEAD.

[bitingnightmare]

But I'm not really alive.

[reaping_havoc]

Neither am I, but that's not going to stop me from kicking your ass into the next dimension.

[reaping_havoc]

Hey, look, I'm sorry about your ears but I'm fucking pissed and I don't give a shit who knows it.

[reaping_havoc]

If I knew where he lived..

[reaping_havoc]

It was Cori.

[reaping_havoc]

I'm going to fucking push him in front of a train.

[ohrosalita]

You know, Cori has a bike.

[reaping_havoc]

....Okaay. I don't think he was using my car t-

Oh. Oh. I see where you're going.

[ohrosalita]

Dreams don't take damage easily, you've gotta know how to hit them where it hurts.

[reaping_havoc]

Know where he keeps it?

[repairedbywebs]

My, George.

The screaming is very distasteful.

[reaping_havoc]

I'll keep it down when I'm feeling less pissed.

[repairedbywebs]

What an altogether stupid reason to lose your temper.

[reaping_havoc]

There are few things in this world less precious to me than my mode of transportation, Saya.