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[priceonyourhead]

Sweet, sweet freedom. I'm going to miss the girls at the clinic, but I really can't skip out on the awards tonight. What will Hollywood do without me

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[off_the_hookah]

Hollywood was much more boring while you were away.

What was their reason for not letting you play the game? It would've given you something to do. Personally, I've never played it before.

[priceonyourhead]

That's what I've heard.

Well I had all these 'workshops' I had to do.

[off_the_hookah]

Have you heard about the Wonderlander sleepover? With paint ball guns? Loaded with yellow mustard?

Oh. Those. Did they help?

[priceonyourhead]

I don't do mustard.

Well, I got to comfort an actress with big so that was nice.

[off_the_hookah]

What do you do?

[priceonyourhead]

Butter. No crumbs.

[off_the_hookah]

Paint ball guns loaded with butter? (sans crumbs)

See, my first thought was jam, but May said that was blasphemy.

[may_haigha]

No. SHOOTING TOAST IS BLASPHEMY! If you're going to quote me, GET IT RIGHT, NEIL!

[off_the_hookah]

My apologies.

I still don't know what's wrong with shooting toast if you're going to eat it afterward.

[may_haigha]

YOU ARE DISRESPECTING THE TEA TIME!

[off_the_hookah]

TOAST IS NOT ONLY FOR TEA, YOU KNOW!

It makes a fine sandwich, too. With mustard.

[may_haigha]

[series of erratic penmarks and spit out tea]

I'm going to pretend you didn't say that.

[off_the_hookah]

[ooc: Neil orders from the deli down the street for a sandwich to be delivered to May's office - pastrami on RYE TOAST!!! - with urm... mustard, of course... mayo, lettuce and tomato.]