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[king_of_mods]

howard i didn't just say 'your beard's disgusting,' i also said 'let's shave it off, yeah?' so don't be subtracting words from my mouth! and quit pushing back the notes that i'm pushing under your door. also we know you came out in the middle of the night to tuck into what was left of bollo's gigantic feast cos you left crumbs in the butter and

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[scissor_gypsy]

That was even worse, you know I can't shave it off!

Vince, you can't hitchhike to go and find yourself. You'll just find someone who wants to sever your head from your body. I know you constantly remind me that i don't know anything about fashion but I can't think that that would be a good look, you know?

[naboo_thats_who]

Have you two just managed to offend both Rudi vandiSarzio, and now Tony Harrison, in just one post?

And I wonder why I have to keep bailing you out of trouble.

[king_of_mods]

yeah but mr harrison's a head without a body and i think howard means i'd be a body without a head which wouldn't be a good look for me. i mean, it could be a worse look, but it still ain't brilliant. what would pull focus on my headless body? my collection of gary numan badges?

maybe mr harrison could live on my headless body!

[unique_think]

ha, you cheeky bit. But you're in luck, mate, you are - couldn't be arsed to start nothing this mornin', ha.
I found the leftover egg nog Naboo hid - looking for me burn balm, right - and ah, bit of grog's enough to put a bit of holiday spirit up the old stump, eh?
I tell ya. Berloody oath.

I never took to hitchin much myself. Bit of a problem with thumbs. And ah, bein' seen by the drivers, as such.

[king_of_mods]

i think my body'd look genius with you on the neck, like a sort of neck-hat, or tentacled muffler. you want to hit the road with me mr harrison, just say so!

[unique_think]

I used to be quite an old hand at it meself, travelling about the place, Vince, my boy - ohhh, I'd be trekking to one place and then...another.
I can't say I don't fancy the idea lad, getting a bit of fresh blood running through me veins again, eh?

How would we be travellin' then, son? I've gotta say, I'm no good with coaches. Or ferries.

[king_of_mods]

what you mean i can't hitchhike? am i wrong or isn't that what those poets did in america? you know lots about poets, right howard? maybe i'll try my hand at a poem once i get on the road.

[scissor_gypsy]

You can't compare yourself to Kerouac, Vince, you just can't. For one, he took a badgerload of drugs on a regular basis - you get dizzy off of a sherbet fountain.

And stop talking about my heroes. You can't do what they did, alright? You just can't.

[king_of_mods]

what's all this about vince you can't do, vince you just can't? you mean can't as in i'm unable or can't as in you won't let me?

[scissor_gypsy]

You've always got to have what I have, don't you? You've always got to be there, getting your big butterfly eyes in my business.

[king_of_mods]

what are you on about? i don't have to have your wardrobe or your hair or that thing on your chest or your jazz records... i dont have to have lots of stuff that you have. i dont know where you get these ideas, howard! i go my own way, yeah? just like jack.

[scissor_gypsy]

Shut up.