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[priestish]

[there's a contemplative hum, and then a few pen taps before Abel's handwriting begins over the page...]

Comments

[angelgeneral]

[Sorry man but he just...doesn't even know what to think of someone who'd do this.]

You. You have way too much free time. I recommend getting laid or drunk.

[priestish]

...D-don't tempt me. Don't tempt me!!

I'm a dead man walking. DEAD!

[angelgeneral]

Better to be a drunk, lively dead man then one who writes...this.

[priestish]

...What if I wrote this while drunk? That's be a likely excuse, right?

[angelgeneral]

I don't think even a shit-faced sixteen year old virgin with too much free time would write that.

Maybe you should just claim a ton of mental issues.

[priestish]

...That wouldn't be too far from the truth, either. Hm...

[angelgeneral]

If you wrote this I'd have to agree with ya.

[priestish]

[SIGH.]

Well, it's too late now. The damage has been done...

...What do you think I should do?

[angelgeneral]

Aside from hope that no one is going to beat you senseless for it?

Don't let it happen again.

[priestish]

...I really doubt I'd be stupid enough to do this again...

[angelgeneral]

Please do. I think I felt my brain start to die half-way through reading some of those.

[priestish]

Well. No one said you had to...

[angelgeneral]

I was assuming something that long had some useful information.

[priestish]

Ahhh. Assumptions never lead anywhere good, my friend. ...As you can see here.

[angelgeneral]

Assumptions make an ass of you and me. Or something close to that. Oh well.

[priestish]

Mm! In this case, I suppose that saying is very true...