All right

[thisislexluthor]

Okay. All right.

Does anyone know where I am?

I think I crushed the GPS on my Blackberry. I appear to be in a desert somewhere. Yeah. That's a cactus. Oh God.

Okay. Moving away from the vomit-covered cactus now.

I will analyze this situation calmly and methodically.

Stomach: In pain. Filled with booze and pretzels and possibly Jell-O.
Head: An angry,

Comments

[theactionace]

....oh, Luthor. Fine. Keep shouting. Just try to avoid the second part of 1B.

[thisislexluthor]

Okay. My stomach can only hold so much so-

hold on

-all right, you should be safe.

[theactionace]

Wow. Is that you, or a sadly abused cactus?

[thisislexluthor]

The cactus is the one not in the fetal position.

[theactionace]

Gotcha. Glitter doesn't really suit you, just for future reference. Geez, did you steal that thing off David Bowie, or something? It's shedding glitter like no one's business.

[thisislexluthor]

I don't know what it is, okay?! It very well might be from David Bowie. He was there.

[theactionace]

This is the last time I'm chauffeuring you anywhere, by the way. I'm a nice guy, and I want us to be friends, but you kind of still want to kill me and blow up the moon. That might prove to be little bit of a boundary.

[thisislexluthor]

You're just jealous that you didn't get to meet David Bowie.

Oh God.

Pull over. Or stop. Or something.

[theactionace]

I could care less. You expect me to be a good friend to you, but you're doing heck all for me. And the worst thing is? I know I'll keep helping you out. Because I can't stop.

Fine. There. I'll get some tissues or something.

[thisislexluthor]

Just stop nagging and get me to my penthouse.

[theactionace]

Fine. Bye. Have a nice one.

[thisislexluthor]

Don't think I'm done with y-

Agggghhh.

Bed now.

[theactionace]

You know what? Maybe it's time I took the definitive step. We're never going to be friends, because you don't think we can be. That's it. And this is it. Good bye, Luthor.