FAREWELL TO ARMS IT'S TIME

[insertbaldjoke]

[THERE IS A MAN

A MAGNIFICENT MAN

HE IS DANCING

AND BY DANCING I MEAN THAT DANCING

YOU KNOW THE ONE

the observant may also notice a black butterfly hovering nervously around him. How 'bout them apples.]

((OPEN TO ALL AND OPEN FOREVER.))

Comments

[deathhasbellson]

Th' hell ya carryin' on 'bout this time?

((Ahaha, need to get myself to bed here soon, but will pick up after work tomorrow~))>

[insertbaldjoke]

CAPTAIN!

[deathhasbellson]

Heh, so what's th' occasion?

[insertbaldjoke]

SIR I--

...sir!

[deathhasbellson]

Yeah? Ya got somethin' t' say then spill it.

[insertbaldjoke]

...didn't get the orders, sir?

[deathhasbellson]

Orders?

[insertbaldjoke]

...

They're callin' me back, Captain.

[deathhasbellson]

...tch. Figures.

[insertbaldjoke]

...so you didn't, huh?

[deathhasbellson]

Ain't heard a damn thing.

[insertbaldjoke]

Shit.

[deathhasbellson]

Tch, got that right.

[insertbaldjoke]

...

Might be the only chance either of us gets for awhile.

[deathhasbellson]

Yeah? Still ain't got any idea how th' hell this place is s'posed t' work.

[insertbaldjoke]

Me neither, oi. But...shit.

If one of us goes home it oughta be you, is all.