[somewhere in the woods]

[rafalzokusenshi]

[somewhere far, far away from Captain slavelabor Planet and his sapling brigade, a young man with funny hair is practicing dodging flying tree limbs and using his awesome powers of AWESOME to cut things! DX]

[you know you want to bug/poke/spar with/stare at him! :Db YES AUDIENCE, YOU TOO. ISN'T HIS HAIR SEXY]

Comments

[right_hand_of]

...what'd you do, hit a electric socket with your toe?

[rafalzokusenshi]

It just turns out this way, for some reason.

[right_hand_of]

Very eighties, let me tell you.

[rafalzokusenshi]

S'what I've been told.

At least I get killer guitar solos?

[right_hand_of]

Always a plus. Plus, the armor is much nicer then half the shit they wore.

[rafalzokusenshi]

And their spandex didn't look half as nice.

[right_hand_of]

Too many beers and groupies. Although there's nothing wrong with beer.

[rafalzokusenshi]

Ugh - is that what happened to Dee Snyder?

[right_hand_of]

Well, that and talk radio.

[rafalzokusenshi]

Isn't that an oxymoron - like "jumbo shrimp" or "military intelligence"?

[right_hand_of]

I hear DJing does strange, strange things to a man.

[rafalzokusenshi]

Yeah, but who wants to listen to some chump talk on the radio, when they could listen to music instead?

[right_hand_of]

We all gotta make a living somehow. Plus, pepole are easier to fire then machines.

[is_my_copilot]

[jesus you're big]

[sort of automatically going on the defensive until it looks like you're not going to turn me to salt]

[right_hand_of]

And a good evening to you too.

[is_my_copilot]

Speech is good. I take it you're not a Gnosis, then.