VI. Punchdrunk.

[maleficentia]

For Christ's sake, there is a difference between COMPLICATED and COMPLEX. Why'd you have to go and make things so COMPLEX /// Why'd you have to go and COMPLICATE things.

[...]

and that will be all.

[...] For that matter, why in the world is that woman allowed to exist

Comments

[hatesbears]

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA A FUCKING PLUS.

[maleficentia]

And God said it was good!

[hatesbears]

And She cometh down from the Heavens, and informed Hobbesher of Her only commandments: Though shalt smite down those (with pen of blood ink -- stabbing them with it preferable) with less intelligence under their belt than a rock. Also knowneth as anyone from New Zealand.

[maleficentia]

Is this one of the apocryphal texts? Clearly I should have it framed.

[hatesbears]

No, no. It was discovered after a series of historical errors and mind numbing stabs in the fucking back to literature, by Robert Langdon, following his realization that the figure at the right hand of Christ was actually Rose Bloom.

[maleficentia]

Pray tell me you did not just cite the goddamned da vinci code.

[hatesbears]

You're drunk and alone, you'll forget it in ten seconds.

[maleficentia]

Au contraire, fish boy is here.

[hatesbears]

And lest I forget ol' Captain Britannic up there, the stock up his ass so large it protrudes through the empty space between his fucking ears.

[maleficentia]

Wait, which one is he--the one with the smelly students?

Rose. Avery and I found vodka you hadn't gotten to.

[hatesbears]

Hadn't gotten to YET.

[maleficentia]

And shan't ever. Ha.

[hatesbears]

Cunt.

[maleficentia]

You and Prudence. You only put up with me for the booze.

[hatesbears]

Mostly the books.

[maleficentia]

Shh, your worth as a human being is showing.