[Paddy looks grumpy. He's smoking (damn, there went quitting), and sitting on a rock, looking into the sea,]

You know. At least when I took my kids to the seaside, there was a shitty bed-and-breakfast with greasy bacon waiting for us.

C'mon, Admiral, give us a break. I don't do fishing. Or any of this ( Read more... )

Given that I fucked up the last port we had like this for myself, I ain't gonna do it again ( Read more... )

Now, now, Ladies an' Gennelmen of our dear town, as well as you lovely visitin' folks.

I'm Patrick Maguire, your local provider of delightful, town based refreshment. Y'can't miss my bar - my Temperance Bar, of course, so you've got somewhere to chat witho' the demon drink hauntin' your eve'y move ( Read more... )

Let me the fuck out of here! I'm fucking well telling you, nobody fucking puts Paddy fucking Maguire in a fucking cell and gets away with it, I swear to fucking God, I'm gonna fucking kill whoever the fuck is responsi

[DECENDS INTO A MASSIVE, LONG PERIOD OF STATIC. He comes back and doesn't sound angry. Just sounds distant and terrified.]

Let ( Read more... )

Five fucking seconds. Commodus - you're not fucking out here, are you? If anyone's got a Roman dude on their hands, just poke me with a stick ( Read more... )

Well, fuck me, that was a port and a fucking half, wasn't it?

...for everyone who couldn't quite figure out the meaning of laying low because who wants an authoritarian asshole on your case, at least.

If you ask me, however, I'll tell you that was how New York was supposed to go. For me, at least. I'm not commenting on the idiots who know how to ( Read more... )

[Paddy sounds tired, frustrated and generally past the point of caring ( Read more... )