Dec 02, 2009 09:18
Alright, my delightful little maggots, let's get one thing perfectly clear:
I am not a God. Well, maybe compared to most of the people here, but really. While I love libations as much as the next guy, I'm going to have to refuse the quaint offerings of slaughtered bulls in the shape of hamburger patties that keep popping up every time I turn my back to throw away some of your papers. Believe me, my ego appreciates the free schwag, but I'm not going to be returning any dead ex girlfriends back to life in the near future.
So, again, for clarification since you dunderheads need me to repeat everything five times and that's when you're not insane, that's:
Ego, yes.
Dead cows, no.
[a knock on the door]
Oy, what's this- ?
[there's a shuffling noise, the sound of the door opening is followed by a cork popping]
-free merlot. Vintage 1992. Not too shabby.
Heh, scratch that memo out kids, I could get used to this.
❧hades pantheon,
❧integra hellsing