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[gentle_este]

*Is beginning to think that her husband might actually be rather sweet underneath all the bastardy.*

*Boggle* *Boggle boggle boggle*

That takes me to some strange, scary mental places. Probably best not to think about it.

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[bastard_irmo]

Eh? What? Me?

[gentle_este]

Yes, you. You're verging on sensible and sensitive. It's disturbing.

[bastard_irmo]

Ahhh. That's because I've reached a strange equillibrium. I'm in the drug mirror looking on reality but I see through it clearly since I'm standing RIGHT in front of it and not to the sides where the light can get distorted becuase it's a pretty low quality mirror.

[gentle_este]

...

I'm not even going to PRETEND I understand what that analogy was getting at.

[bastard_irmo]

Well... maybe it's just a really shity pane of glass in the great window of reality.

[gentle_este]

I think my mun's too tired to make sense of this.

[bastard_irmo]

I'm not sure mine realises what she's having me say either, or is it me that's making her write it by my presence allowing her to tap into some diseased part of her already rotting brain flesh?

[gentle_este]

What came first, the chicken mun or the egg puppet? Who knows.

I think this is one of those, "sod it, let's wear sombreros and drink tequila" situations.

[bastard_irmo]

*snaps his fingers and manifests sombreros and bottles of tequila for both of them*

To the roof then to observe the demented citizens of this fucked up city?

[gentle_este]

Yes, it's a become a tradition after all.

So. Gothmog did as he was told without too much fuss then?

[bastard_irmo]

Well, he grumbled and swore, but he probably wasn't going to let me out-parent him or something.

[gentle_este]

*chuckles* Oh, couldn't have that!

Why can't they just get along? Is it so hard? You don't diss who your daughter socialises with, she won't run away. You don't pick fights, they won't piss in your face. You don't try to eat their offspring, they won't try to kill you. It's quite simple really.

[bastard_irmo]

Eh, who fucking knows. They're the BAD kind of insane.

I, on the other hand, and the BENEVOLENT MASTER OF MADNESS!!!

[gentle_este]

Yes, your madness leads to the warm fuzzies. Or something.

[bastard_irmo]

But in the end, when it all comes down to it all that matters...

IS THAT WE HAVE TEQUILA!

[gentle_este]

*Manifests some salt and limes too*

It's good to focus on the important things in life.

*peers at Yavanna running around doing her ecosystem check.* She'd find that much more enjoyable if she had a shot of tequila first.