06-19-2017, 11:03 PM
Kelly stops chasing his whiskey. It idles nearby, hovering unsteadily in the air as though suspicious of his motives. He looks at Doom. Looks at Neal. Looks back at Doom. Glances at Gildarts - then points at Nealapph. He starts to say something - but his bottle of extremely fine scotch chooses that moment to smash itself on Doom's shiny metal forehead.
".... ah god dammit. Well, dicklessh monolith. Shcrew currency. Get me more Speyside an' maybe we'll talk. "
He starts to sputter and chuckle at the fact that he's discussing SPAYside with a thing that's upset about the state (or lack thereof) of its genitalia.
".... ah god dammit. Well, dicklessh monolith. Shcrew currency. Get me more Speyside an' maybe we'll talk. "
He starts to sputter and chuckle at the fact that he's discussing SPAYside with a thing that's upset about the state (or lack thereof) of its genitalia.