[One of the fourth floor bedrooms has just become occupied. Its new occupant is a three-foot-tall green thing with blue scales and fins on his face. He is confused. And he does not like being confused. Being confused, in fact, pisses him the fuck off.]
WHAT THE EVER-LOVING FUCK IS THIS BULLSHIT?!
[The sound of rushing wind and flapping pages can
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Oh, awesome, now fuckin' Shakespeare here thinks this is hilarious. Thank you, I'm here all week. Go die.
[THUNK. yeah he may have just tossed the journal over his shoulder. it's still open though.]
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[still laughing]
Calm down before you shit yourself.
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Hey, numbnuts! I don't actually shit, joke's on you.
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At least I'm not throwing a tantrum at a book.
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anyway gonna go and stand over that book now LIKE A BOSS]
Oh, yeah, well guess who fucking started it? I'll give you a hint, not me.
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[A loud gust of air buffets the journal. Just when he was starting to calm down, too.]
You want overreacting?! I can fucking give you overreacting, I'll tear your fucking house down. Overreac - let me tell you about my day, okay, bitchtits?! First I'm getting harrassed by some stupid whore in combat boots and Ditz Frankenstein, and then suddenly I'm in Barbie's Magic Bitch Dream Castle getting laughed at by the fucking Pagemaster, I think this is a pretty goddamn reasonable reaction!
[the nice thing about not having to breathe is that he can do tirades like that in one breath.]
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Oh man, if you're mad now, just wait.
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Oh, Christ. What's next, the TV comes to life and the fucking Esper Queen crawls out? Seven daaaays, oooooh~!
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Every bad B movie ever, man. And you can't go home.
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Oh, cool, so there is an upside.
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You want to be stuck in a fairyland castle?
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... Also you're not my friend.
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