Entry 06.

[protector_ofone]

There comes a time when every dad's gotta tell his son 'bout life. 'bout the birds and the bees and the bees likin' the birds and the birds likin' the bees. Then there's the dads who decide to talk 'bout the bees likin' the bees, when their sons ask 'em what's the damn number for the pizza delivery guy. Lo, said the father, it is time. Thus, did he

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[killer_sunshine]

My parents were killed and I became an assassin. The end.

I don't want to know what you're doing with wriggling cucumbers.

[protector_ofone]

Good tale there. Not doin' anything to the cucumbers, they're just wriggling.

So. Problems with dealin' with the idiots of the male gender?

[killer_sunshine]

Thank you. Iew.

Just one. Lost a contest to him a bit ago and now I have to play personal chef for a week. Almost burned his kitchen to a crisp. That's what he gets though.

[protector_ofone]

Heh, that's too bad.

Heard you went out on some dates too though?

[killer_sunshine]

Heh. I got asked out... unwillingly. Neither idiot has come forward to redeem said claim, and I'd like to keep it that way. :/

[protector_ofone]

Huh, they didn't?

Guess they're not as persistent as I thought.

[killer_sunshine]

They're more persistent in the asking... and in person, I guess.

[protector_ofone]

Guess so.

[killer_sunshine]

Things would be so much easier if I could just SHOOT THEM.

[protector_ofone]

What's stoppin' you?

[killer_sunshine]

The fact they don't DIE.

Waste of bullets if they pop right back up like daisies.

[protector_ofone]

... point.

Still, pain's always one kinda lesson?

[killer_sunshine]

Nah. Don't wanna touch those guys if I don't have to. They might enjoy it.

[protector_ofone]

Those kinds.

Yeah well, guess you'll do fine on your own, Sunny.

[killer_sunshine]

You sound like you know one.

[protector_ofone]

'fact, I know two.