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[i_heart_winona]

The door swung open and John staggered through, looking very, very tired.

He shuffled toward the couch and dropped face first into it. Almost immediately there was a string of muffled curses. "Frelling dren eema frell frelling frellnik hezmana frelling mivonks."

He rolled over and put his hands over his face. "Yotz and frelling tralks."

Someone wasn't happy. To say the least.