four - audio

[scarredpalms]

[It is the wee hours of the morning. Hopefully you are sound asleep, just like Cyrus was just a few minutes ago, and hopefully your communicator is not being fussy.

Cough, sputter, hack, and then Cyrus picks up the comm. New level of hatred for the communicator is gained!]

Oh, fine. I will talk if you want me to fucking talk. Lucky it wasn't my

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[standardpackage]

When someone's only goal is ta' hurt others.

[scarredpalms]

[Oh fuck Cyrus does not want to deal with your brand of retardation right now.

Or ever.]

Really. I think you might have a little experience in that front.

[standardpackage]

Hm. Nope, not at all.

[He's being serious, actually. But it's not even generic, IT'S BRAND NAME~]

[scarredpalms]

...you gotta be kidding me. Tell me you are fucking kidding when you say that.

[He's talking to one of your victims down below, in fact.]

[standardpackage]

Now why th' fuck would I do that?

[scarredpalms]

[Cyrus is bristling. Talking to Jinx is like talking to a brick wall, except unlike the wall, Jinx is fun to punch.]

Because I'd hoped you learned some kind of lesson in all this. It was too much to ask for, clearly.

[standardpackage]

An' ya' obviously know that I didn't learn a damn thing, right? Sorry, fergot yer a fuckin' mind reader.

[He scoffs.]

An' fer th' record, I did.

[scarredpalms]

Really. Tell me exactly what you learned.

[standardpackage]

Really. Don't do shit when yer drunk as shit. It includes fuckin' people an' fuckin' fuckin' gettin' them drunk as well.

[And Jinx is being 110% serious right now.]

[scarredpalms]

[This is an acceptable answer.]

Good.

[But he still hates you.]

[standardpackage]

Yah, sure.