06-21-2017, 06:00 PM
Oh my GOOOOOD! They do NOT shut-up! And every time they ask me something, it's give em a product placement or take a few hundred volts to the carapace. At this point, I'm just on autopilot, giving them grunts, agreements, and the like without even listening to what Blue Tits and Frat Boy are saying.
Kinda irritated that we're leaving the city to go swimming again. I hope to God that my stolen phone is waterproof. That reminds me, though. The thing has been beeping at me for awhile, so I pull it out and figure out what's going on. Huh. Looks like some folks have tagged me on OmniTwitter. Let's check it out. Oh. Nice. With a wry chuckle, I start Tweeting.
A few minutes of amusement later and it's back to hanging out with the Colosseum Crew. You know, Archer I can deal with. He's a worthless human and all, but he GETS it. He knows the value of a good one-liner and sex-pun. Graowr on the other hand is... well, she's a fucking kid. A kid who needs a double dose of Ritalin. But, I can't deny she's a tough bitch. I'ma put up with her, for now. If only because she's so gung-ho, she'll give me time to escape if we run across anyone too tough to handle.
Goddamn this thing is itchy... I dig into the empty socket where my eye used to be with a finger. I tried to heal it up earlier with some of Papa Piccolo's good stuff, but it didn't do anything but dull the pain and make it itchy as fuck.
“Stop picking at it, dude. It's gross as hell,” Archer complains beside me.
“I can't help it! It'ss ssoooooooo fu...dging itchy! Bessidess, I wouldn't even be HAVING thiss problem if you'd just kept it in your pantss.”
Leisure Suit starts snickering immediately, and I feel gratified that he joke the double entendre, joining him with my own laugh. Blueberry just kinda stares blankly at us.
“What are you guys laughing about? What's so funny about his shotgun? It's just a stubby, hard steel weapon that he keeps tucked into his waistband!”
Ok. Now THAT'S funny. The two of us can barely continue standing as we double-over in laughter.
Kinda irritated that we're leaving the city to go swimming again. I hope to God that my stolen phone is waterproof. That reminds me, though. The thing has been beeping at me for awhile, so I pull it out and figure out what's going on. Huh. Looks like some folks have tagged me on OmniTwitter. Let's check it out. Oh. Nice. With a wry chuckle, I start Tweeting.
A few minutes of amusement later and it's back to hanging out with the Colosseum Crew. You know, Archer I can deal with. He's a worthless human and all, but he GETS it. He knows the value of a good one-liner and sex-pun. Graowr on the other hand is... well, she's a fucking kid. A kid who needs a double dose of Ritalin. But, I can't deny she's a tough bitch. I'ma put up with her, for now. If only because she's so gung-ho, she'll give me time to escape if we run across anyone too tough to handle.
Goddamn this thing is itchy... I dig into the empty socket where my eye used to be with a finger. I tried to heal it up earlier with some of Papa Piccolo's good stuff, but it didn't do anything but dull the pain and make it itchy as fuck.
“Stop picking at it, dude. It's gross as hell,” Archer complains beside me.
“I can't help it! It'ss ssoooooooo fu...dging itchy! Bessidess, I wouldn't even be HAVING thiss problem if you'd just kept it in your pantss.”
Leisure Suit starts snickering immediately, and I feel gratified that he joke the double entendre, joining him with my own laugh. Blueberry just kinda stares blankly at us.
“What are you guys laughing about? What's so funny about his shotgun? It's just a stubby, hard steel weapon that he keeps tucked into his waistband!”
Ok. Now THAT'S funny. The two of us can barely continue standing as we double-over in laughter.
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