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[ultra_ebola]

Fucking, rain of shit, my life. Fuckers

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[neon_anthrax]

Cut all the twittle I don't care about, because I went boss-eyed trying to read your drivel. What's doing, fatty?

[ultra_ebola]

Fuck, Ne, you're really not going to like this.

I'm pregnant.

[neon_anthrax]

You fucking what?

[ultra_ebola]

WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO SAY IT LOUDER, DEAFAID?

I AM FUCKING PREGNANT. EXPECTING. WITH CHILD. UP THE DUFF. BUN IN THE OVEN. WE SHALL SOON BE HEARING THE PATTER OF TINY ELECTRO FEET.

[well_bum]

YOU WHAT??

[ultra_ebola]

Seeing as I'm not keen on the idea of playing house with you, gayboy, I don't really think it's any of your business.

[well_bum]

Not keen on playing house with you either, electro-streak, but it is: that's human life you're talking about.

[ultra_ebola]

If I'd wanted a lecture from you, I would have brought a pen.

Didn't figure you for the pro-life type - you've stuck your dick in too many holes, surely?

[not_a_preacher]

Whilst tempted to check if Hell has frozen over, I actually agree with Barlarse for once.

Ultra. Put the knife down and think some more about this before doing anything hasty.

[ultra_ebola]

I should've figured the menfolk would rally together. It's all son and heir to you fuckers, isn't it?

Imagine your sister got fingerfucked by this retard, Ashcroft, as no doubt she did. Now imagine she's carrying his demon sprog. You'd really tell her to keep Barley 2.0?

Even if, and even so - NOT. YOUR. CALL. Keep your fucking advice in your trousers.

[not_a_preacher]

Claire wouldn't do that so stop trying to turn this around.

This situation terrifies you, doesn't it? What are you frightened of? That you might have to care for something else?

[well_bum]

Or that you might want to care for something else.

[clairesicle]

If you want anyone to talk to, instead of talk at you, I'm around.

[ultra_ebola]

Yeah?

Fucking-

right.

It's raining. Might take you up on that.

[clairesicle]

I'll put the kettle on, then, just in case you do.

[king_of_mods]

you with a nipper? can't imagine that and i'm the one what wrote the charlie books. if you shoot it out and don't want it i could ask bryan ferry if he wants a new protege. or gary. he's been talking about taking one on.

[ultra_ebola]

Yeah, well, what you can imagine could fill a fucking matchbox, sequins.

Adoption? Have a spotty berk chase me down in sixteen years time, asking for a fucking reunion? Piss off.

[king_of_mods]

spotty? what you on about? bryan raised me and i've never had a spot, never even met one. never bothered to chase down my parents, neither.

...huh.

[ultra_ebola]

You're not the brightest spark.

...god, you could be Barley's kid.