one-hundred-twenty-five.
Alright. Fine. We get it. The worlds didn't blow up or fall over or whatever. Stop preaching about it, jeez. It's giving me a headache after working so hard all day.
It doesn't really matter, though, if the new... people are still here. It was really just a matter of time, I guess, but... tch, whatever.
So...are they still here?
To Jareth:
Jareth, I want my payment. ASAP.
And just so all the people in my apartment know--no getting drunk without me. It's bad manners.
It doesn't really matter, though, if the new... people are still here. It was really just a matter of time, I guess, but... tch, whatever.
So...are they still here?
To Jareth:
Jareth, I want my payment. ASAP.
And just so all the people in my apartment know--no getting drunk without me. It's bad manners.