I'm going slightly mad...

[space_ripper]

...The mailbox is plotting against me. I think I need to try and persuade it again...I'll be out front.

((OOC: Yeah. Since A-kon costumes are driving me crazy, have another Dio freakout. He's out front of his mansion arguing with his mailbox.))

Comments

[artz_fabelhaft]

...Perhaps you should come by my office sometime, sugar.

[space_ripper]

Don't call me sugar or you'll end up like the mailbox. And no, I'd rather not.

[artz_fabelhaft]

Are you sure? I'm sure we could... fix your problem with the mailbox.

[space_ripper]

I'm completely sure. Unless you'd like to donate your blood to me.

[hey_boss]

What the hell are you on about now, you loon?

[space_ripper]

Well, now, I really don't think that's any of your business.

[numbersofprime]

...just smile and nod Pucci, smile and nod-

What do you think it is plotting, Lord Dio?

[space_ripper]

I'm not sure, I just know it's working against me...

[numbersofprime]

That doesn't sound good.

[space_ripper]

I think I've stopped it, however...

[foolishdog]

The mailbox is seceretly planning to uproot itself, so it can impale you while you're sleeping.

[space_ripper]

...

It won't do much, but it is still a treacherous thing...

[foolishdog]

The mailbox may not do much, but the radio...

[shoot0me0again]

My my, perhaps someone should drag you off to that fruitcake of a doctor...

[space_ripper]

My, I don't see that happening. Ever.

[shoot0me0again]

Well, Dio, enjoy your insanity.

So uh... how about tonight?

[space_ripper]

I am thoroughly enjoying it.

What about tonight?