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[geronimust]

[it's a little too early to be awake! but you might have been awoken because AN ABANDONED BARN JUST COLLAPSED.

If you come take a look, there's a Time Lord wriggling his way out of the rubble.]

Note to self. Never do that again. Barns! They are just not structurally sound.

... and how are we all?

((jsyk: absolutely zero guarantee of lasting

Comments

[therictorscale]

What did you do?

[geronimust]

[brushing himself off!]

I asked a question first. Exercise a little common courtesy, Debbie.

[therictorscale]

I'm fine. What did you do to the barn?

[geronimust]

Let's just say there's a reason why gunpowder and I usually don't mix.

[therictorscale]

You just make things explode.

[geronimust]

Don't be so accusatory! I was trying to make things explode. Admittedly in a more controlled sort of way. But, as the old poets said: when you're trying to imitate a barn raising, you can't always get what you want.

[therictorscale]

Which poet ever said that?

[geronimust]

Mick Jagger. Sort of.

[therictorscale]

All this time I never knew that song was about raising barns. I feel I've really learned something here today.

[geronimust]

Glad to have helped you along the path to musical enlightenment.

[therictorscale]

Helpful, sure. But I still can't get no satisfaction.

[geronimust]

Now that one's about the constant fight between man and vending machine.

[therictorscale]

I could believe that.

[geronimust]

They do have a bit of a flawed design.

[therictorscale]

Doesn't everything?

[geronimust]

That depends on what you mean by flawed. Anything that works all the time and doesn't try to eat people's arms I consider less flawed than your average vending machine, for example.