In the Gym

[ensigntanner]

After this....

*pounds the punching bag*

*muttering*

fucking boyfriends...

*thud thud* *kick* *thud thwap*

*mutters, mimicking*
'I'm not some cheap whore that coddles you when you are in a lousy mood.' Yeah fucking RIGHT

*keeps pounding on the bag in time to the pounding in his head*

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[ethannova]

::stands at door, sees Steo having one fucker of a workout::

::takes of shoes at door::

heh...

::slides in::

EVERYBODY WAS KUNG FOO FIGHTING!!

[ensigntanner]

*jumps, startled*

For crying out loud, Don't DO THAT!

*throws a half-hearted punch at the bag*

What do you want?

[ethannova]

what? can't a guy work out? In peace and quiet and all things tranquil??

[ensigntanner]

*snorts and goes back to punching and kicking*

There is no such thing

*kick*

As peace and quiet

*punch*

Aboard this boat

*punchkickpunch*

*winces as he miscalculates the punch and the shock jars up his arm and sets off his headache again*

[ethannova]

precisely!

But, if you do some things really loud, it makes the less loud things seem almost quiet...

Ethan logic. Works for me.

[ensigntanner]

*droops and hugs the punching bag for support*

*eyes Ethan off*

Dude. And people say I'm cracked.

[ethannova]

Well you are. No real point in arguing.

I however, am merely drunk. Right now. Normally. Uhm... well yes.

just testing the batch....

[ensigntanner]

hmmm..may help the headache...and help me relax

You need some help with quality control?

[ethannova]

this is the paint stipper batch. think you can handle it?

would take the hair off a very hairy scotsman...?

[ensigntanner]

*strips off boxing gloves*

sounds just like what I need.

*gestures*

lead on, MacDuff. Let us sample the lab's finest vintage.

[ethannova]

okay.... darn it. Will work out... uhm.... in.. next time...

screw it, I hate the gym.

come on... to the lab, tally ho!

[ensigntanner]

*follows Ethan through the ship and into the bowels of his domain*

*looks at the workbench in passing*

Is it 'alas, poor Bob' time again?

[ethannova]

hmm?

::pours::

Oh, Bob went long time ago. God knows why Trav got so attached to the thing. It was a blob of goop.

I'm breeding something new now.

The one over there ::points with glass to other table with vial in it::

Name is Timmy.

[ensigntanner]

*takes his glass of paint stripper and goes to inspect*

Hey Timmy

*looks over at Ethan*

He's got your...ummm..skin tone.

*grins*

Salude, my friend!

*raises glass in toast, then skulls the lot*

WOO!

oh my god, i think i just corroded my throat

More please

[ethannova]

::watches Steo's reactions, sees his eyes tear up slightly, lips purse...::

::goes up and takes good look at Steo::

Needs to be stronger...

::goes back to still and tinkers a little:: ... next batch will be a KILLER... hmmm, maybe even literally... ::shrugs::

In the meantime... more of the weaker one it is.

::hands glass back to Steo::

[ensigntanner]

If you need a taste-tester for that next batch, count me in

*sips at new glass more slowly*

So, what's new in Ethan-land...apart from creating itty bitty little Timmy's, that is?