025: In Which Fifty is *Not* the New Thirty [voice, backdated to this morning]

[search2destroy]

[The recording clicks on presumably by accident. This hypothesis is supported by the fact that Eris' voice is nowhere near any phone or microphone of any kind and is instead trailing around her apartment room in a cacophony of profanity, threats apparently aimed at Cronus, and the sound of various household objects apparently being thrown into

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[the_unrelenting]

Welcome to the fucking club where instead of going out late night to drink, we wake up early for the early bird special.

[search2destroy]

Absolutely not. This is like fifty, I'm not wasting my time with senior discounts at fifty.

[the_unrelenting]

Figures I'd end up looking like I'm fucking 70-80. Might as well make the best of it. Instead of my war chariot I'll get myself one of those powered wheelchairs and run people over it and blame it on near blindness.

[search2destroy]

You should pick yourself up a cane that can double as a bludgeoning weapon.

[the_unrelenting]

I like how you think. I should get a rottweiler as a 'seeing eye dog' as well.

[search2destroy]

That or a pitbull. Hell, why not get both?

[the_unrelenting]

Both it is. I'll train 'em to track down the scent of some people in this apartment and teach them to use them as a chew toys.

[search2destroy]

Do me a favor and use Zephyrus as a test subject, would you?

[the_unrelenting]

Will do. All of that screaming and bitching he was doing the other day gave me a headache. If he wants to die then he needs to do us all of a favor and fucking die already instead of making a drama production out of it.

[search2destroy]

I know he's got... some Cronus thing or other, but I can barely manage sympathy and understanding on weeks where I'm not middle-aged.

[the_unrelenting]

I'm a senior citizen,so imagine how much sympathy I can manage.