[PUB 001]

[pwnsgod]

• Moved into the new place. I really appreciate the movers just dumping the heavy boxes, and leaving the cripple to lift them. Will take forever to unpack. Oh, well, something to do in this boring little town.
• I've set up web-cam consults with Seattle Grace, Boston General, and yes, Princeton-Plainsboro. Like I really trust Foreman with the

Comments

[reluctant_pawn]

House? Where the hell have you been? You picked a fine time to up and disappear you arrogant prat.

Where are you? I plan to hex you in a most painful manner.

[pwnsgod]

Huh?

[reluctant_pawn]

Have you lost your ability to articulate? Where's Wilson, perhaps he'll be more coherent.

[pwnsgod]

Why the hell does everyone in this town care about Wilson?

[reluctant_pawn]

Because of the two of you, the majority of people in this town chose to deal with him. Your personality leaves much to be desired.

Please tell me you didn't finally snap and bury him the desert.

[pwnsgod]

I take it your in the minority. No, I didn't snap and bury him. He left me. Said we were never friends. Said he didn't want to see me anymore. Told me that I was like a plague, a virius of death, that I was killing him.

Fucking Bastard.

And why am I telling you all of this. I don't even know you.

[reluctant_pawn]

In that case, he deserved to be buried in the desert. It's a shame you refrained.

You are a plague, but it's part of your charm. Or lack of charm.

I'm hurt, truly. Stop being an idiot. Where are you?

[pwnsgod]

Uh... I'm at the sports bar on my killer IPhone.

[reluctant_pawn]

Then stay there. I need a drink.