044 - FOURTH WALL DAY

[psychosnowflake]

Man, the weird shit just keeps coming. Who said they were bored this time? ... These people aren't actually on the ship, are they? I mean... It's just the journals, right

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[fuckingsheriff]

Al?

Al Swearengen?

[psychosnowflake]

Yeah, that's his name. And who are you?

[fuckingsheriff]

None too fucking pleased is what I am.

[psychosnowflake]

Great, if I asked what you were. Seeing as the question was who you are, that doesn't help me much.

[fuckingsheriff]

Is this your idea of a fucking joke? These are my personal effects being fucked with.

[psychosnowflake]

I could say the same thing to you, man.

Look, it's not a fucking joke, okay? Whatever it is you're writing on, it's somehow gotten messed up in our communication network.

[givesomeback]

Allow me to introduce you, Jack, this man is my esteemed colleague, Sheriff Seth fucking Bullock. Comrade of the Jew, Proprietor of the hardware store, husband of the widow. One of Deadwoods more difficult cocksuckers.

Dry sarcasm, it's what's for lunch.

[psychosnowflake]

So a friend of yours, then.

Re: Dry sarcasm, it's what's for lunch.

[givesomeback]

With attempts upon the others life limited to a scant singular occurrence.

[psychosnowflake]

Naturally.

[givesomeback]

Well fuck me, if it ain't the sheriff fucking almighty descended from on high to contemplate the suffering of our souls in hell.

And what, I must inquire, unjust misfortune might be befalling your own personal fucking effects?