Tenth Run - Not among my brightest ideas.

[speeding]

[The writing is pretty sloppy and messy, hastily scribbled]

Ow. Fuck. Ow.

Dear 'Sphere,

Medics? Gonna come down and uh... Yeah. Have some broken fingers.

Note to the interested: don't poke Praise.

Yeah, yeah, shut up, I'll be laughing too when I get painkillers.

Love and kisses,

Your Evil Overlord.

Comments

[fistyguns.livejournal.com]

Dude, whaddya do?

[speeding]

... Uh.

... Poked Praise.

[fistyguns.livejournal.com]

...dirty.

And then what? He bitch-slapped you?

[speeding]

Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.

That's more or less how I'd sum it up. Except for the bitch part.

[fistyguns.livejournal.com]

I will don't worry.
And after I do that I'll ask if you're gonna get him back. Then I'll offer back up...but that's cause I've been encouraged to play nice. I'm nice.

[speeding]

Yeah. I know you will too.

Uh, nah. It was kind of my fault. I did try to punch him at the time, but the moment's gone. 'Sides Drake would kinda kill me.

But... Thanks for the offer, Dino.

[lemonshine.livejournal.com]

Broke his fingers!