the goose names his new angels;
[Private to Prudence]
You're in. Don't fuck up.
[Private to all Europeans]
Listen up, minions.
Congratulations, you've managed to scare off a new batch. Because you're as easy to deal with en masse as an entire orphanage of teething pre-potty trained toddlers, there's a new round of Assistants on my staff. Well, except for you Germans. You're still under King, the only reliable Tale I've come across thus far.
As you may already be aware from Mr. Beaulieu's crowing, the canonically hideous duck-cum-frog will now be the go-to punching bag for you sadsack Scandies. Don't go easy on him just because he's Canadian.
Ironically, you Frenchies don't get the French spokesperson; though I hope you'll still find something comforting in her misplaced arrogance and generally disproportionate sense of self. Prudence will be covering your asses henceforth.
As for my precious English underlings, I'll be helming your quadrant myself until I grow tired of you again, which I imagine will happen within the next forty-eight hours. Don't piss me off. Seriously.
That's all. Hopefully the new fish can stick it out longer than their predecessors, but I'm not exactly betting the farm on it.
You're in. Don't fuck up.
[Private to all Europeans]
Listen up, minions.
Congratulations, you've managed to scare off a new batch. Because you're as easy to deal with en masse as an entire orphanage of teething pre-potty trained toddlers, there's a new round of Assistants on my staff. Well, except for you Germans. You're still under King, the only reliable Tale I've come across thus far.
As you may already be aware from Mr. Beaulieu's crowing, the canonically hideous duck-cum-frog will now be the go-to punching bag for you sadsack Scandies. Don't go easy on him just because he's Canadian.
Ironically, you Frenchies don't get the French spokesperson; though I hope you'll still find something comforting in her misplaced arrogance and generally disproportionate sense of self. Prudence will be covering your asses henceforth.
As for my precious English underlings, I'll be helming your quadrant myself until I grow tired of you again, which I imagine will happen within the next forty-eight hours. Don't piss me off. Seriously.
That's all. Hopefully the new fish can stick it out longer than their predecessors, but I'm not exactly betting the farm on it.