Oct 04, 2008 22:38
On the phone:
Puel: So my uterus basically decides to inflict as much pain upon me as it possibly can in a desperate bid for me to acknowledge its existence. It's like, "You're not going to use me? Fine! I'LL MAKE YOU NOTICE ME."
Mith: So your uterus is a Sumeragi?
Puel: *dies of laughter*
Mith: And once a month, it beats its head against the wall and whacks off and cries "I hate you I hate you why won't you pay attention to me I want you to notice me MY ONLY WISH IS TO MATTER TO YOU!"
Puel: -- ow.
Mith: -- so does that make a diaphragm a kekkai?
Puel: -- OW.
Mith: It needs to be green and star-shaped.
Puel: I AM POSTING THIS.
Mith: And is inserting a tampon a form of assassination? It's like a fist through your chest! When it's in, it stops the blood, but it doesn't stop the PAIN~
Puel: *seriously. cannot. breathe.*
Mith: WE ARE HORRIBLE PEOPLE.
Puel: YES WE ARE.
I'm so going to hell.
context-less theatre,
mith and puel in the special hell