Twenty-seventh run - FML

[speeding]

Show of hands! Who here's been to hell?

Pretty sure I have. And I didn't even get the damn T-shirt.

Ladies you may call me devilishly handsome any ol' time.

Also, my birthday is tomorrow, but I seem to be afflicted with a bit of fire and brimstone so leave all offerings of cake, pizza, games and cash at the door.

This concludes your Evil Overlord's PSA. Carry on you crazy lab rats.

Comments

[redhead-rabbit.livejournal.com]

And ya seem to have somehow managed to escape writing this overinflated, unnecessary prose. Lucky ya are.

[speeding]

Call it the devil's luck, maybe. But honestly, dunno if I'd survive having to write like that.

[redhead-rabbit.livejournal.com]

It drives me battier than an enraged cat. I surely hope this pestiferous curse soon comes to an end.

[speeding]

Dunno, Red, I'm starting to get fond of it. Especially the way it makes you write.

[redhead-rabbit.livejournal.com]

In some matter of the situation, I find that sorta statement rather unusual. Perhaps you should take a hand at this sorta high-strung manner of writin' yourself, yeah?

[speeding]

Pardon my French, but no fucking way.

[redhead-rabbit.livejournal.com]

I am in complete and total agreement with ya there. I do sincerely hope the fishbowl with the tree amidst its center will find itself within a period of pity wherein it ceases this nonsensical curse.

[speeding]

It should eventually, until then I'm going to point and laugh. Just so you know.

[redhead-rabbit.livejournal.com]

Just don't laugh so much ya rupture an internal organ and arrive at Medical Island to have it repaired within a safe time frame.

This flowerly overbearing writing needs to cease immediately.

[speeding]

I'll keep it in mind--Cross is already gonna kill me. Don't need to give him a reason to kill me double.

I dunno Red, you make such a great poet.

[redhead-rabbit.livejournal.com]

Do keep in mind although I am a rather skilled medic, I have no knowledge or even prior experience in raising the dead. Such a feat would be most improbable and most definitely impossible and you would find yourself at the mercy of the spherical world in which we live, and I do strongly remind you that such a world is most cruel in its manner of handling its residents, as most noted in such a week this has been, yeah?

I'm a medic, not some flowery, verbose poet

[speeding]

[The first paragraph of Rabbit's latest reply is circled twice.]

If it looks like a duck, and walks like a duck, and talks like a duck--it's probably a duck. Your prose is so deep man.

[Writing a bit shaky from laughing.]

Dude I can outrun Cross, even if he's pissed at me.

[redhead-rabbit.livejournal.com]

My hands are acting as though they are possessed, I assure you.

Ya cannot run forever.

[speeding]

Possessed, I'm sure, by your amazing poetical skills 'n' shit.

Good point.

[redhead-rabbit.livejournal.com]

My mind does not think in such a flowery, obtuse manner. I do so very much prefer a much simpler, more comprehensible reply to comments amidst my own writings and amongst others instead of these rather superfluous replies in return, kay?

[speeding]

Hey dude, try to write "I like toast."

[redhead-rabbit.livejournal.com]

I decline your suggestion.

[speeding]

Doitdoitdoit.

Chicken.

[redhead-rabbit.livejournal.com]

Ya will need to offer me something more tempting and pressuring than mere words ♥

[speeding]

C'mon man, it's three little words~~ You can do it. Man up.

[crownofsnow.livejournal.com]

Dash why are you trying to take advantage of this queer event?

[redhead-rabbit.livejournal.com]

He is most hellbent on making this sort of happenin' more miserable than such already is.

[speeding]

Three~ little~ words~ dude.

[redhead-rabbit.livejournal.com]

We are both fully aware that during this present time three simple words transform themselves into a ridiculously thick wall of writing.

[speeding]

Because it's funny?