Prancin' 'round like some crackpot. *COUGHSOFIALAMB*

[greatchainmyass]

Listen up Pal's.

Your resident "psychologist" who only got 'er position 'cause she knocked out all of the rest of 'em tossed me her glasses in a fit of RAGE and ANGER because she knew what I said 'bout her bein' a crook was true!

Ok, maybe not rage and maybe not anger but I swear there was some sort a gleam in her eye.

And don't worry I cleaned these

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[hooched_up]

Those glasses really slim down your face an' bring out the color in your eyes, Mister Peachy. c:

[greatchainmyass]

Oh why thank you! I'd compliment you on something but I can't see anything out of these things.

Maybe if I just punch out the glass and wear the frames...

[hooched_up]

How many fingers am I holdin' up?

[holds up a picture of Fontaine]

[greatchainmyass]

I don't know if the blurry image of Fontaine's head counts as a finger...

[hooched_up]

That's not Fontaine.

[greatchainmyass]

... Well it wouldn't be the first time where I saw Fontaine's head on body parts where it shouldn't belong.

In that case I guess one.

[hooched_up]

Your paranoia makes me really sad, Mister Peachy. :c

Can I hold you?

[greatchainmyass]

Well I guess.

Don't try anything or I'll shove some dynamite up your ass, Mr. I probably work for Fontaine.

[hooched_up]

[trembles with excite]

Oh, no, of course not!

[snuggles]

You smell like a seafood buffet.

[greatchainmyass]

Oh God I bet he/she/it is going to implant something on me because they're working for Fontaine Oh GOD

Hey it's better than smelling like a lot of things.

I'll take this out of your tab.

[hooched_up]

What tab?

[sniffs moar]

[greatchainmyass]

For my psychiatric services.

[hooched_up]

Hug me back and I'll think about it.

[greatchainmyass]

... [hugs]

[hooched_up]

[squeezes]

[greatchainmyass]

Ican'tbreathe.