Feb 10, 2011 18:09
[There is a frustrated, angry Scotsman here, scowling at everything, his hands on his hips. He is doing is best to appear more composed than he is. He's found the network, and he is attempting to reach his captors.]
You must be quite pleased with yourselves, I'll wager. Capturing the great James McCullen, putting him in your little prison. Well, Joes, it is just a matter of time. My people know where I am, and they will find me.
[He backs this up with a bucket of smug, sitting on his provided chair and propping his feet on the table.]
I expect my meals to be brought on time, and to be of the best quality. Otherwise, well, [smug pout] I doubt your precious Pit would do so well against a second strike.
smuggy mcsmuggerton,
obviously the joes