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[buddyofchrist]

All Biff can think about is Maggie

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[there_is_a_me]

Yeah, it does, and it attracts the attention of a slightly confused British soldier. Confused in the sense that it takes him a while to figure out where it's coming from and whether it's really saying the things he thinks it's saying.

Not entirely sure he wants to disturb the crazy person without more backup than anybody in this place is likely to offer him, Spoon raps at the door of 777. "Oi! You in there!"

[buddyofchrist]

"Oooh, she is such a lovely lady with her pretty blue eyes and her pretty red hair, not to mention her tits are the size of grapefruits and her -"

Luckily, Spoon cuts Biff off before Biff can go into more detail, and he scrambles to his feet.

He stares at the door, mildly indignant over the interruption of his Excellent Dirge.

"Who the fuck are you?"

[there_is_a_me]

Well, there are worse things to hear someone raving about, but yeah.

"Name's Spoon," says the soldier gruffly; he's in a gore-spattered shirt and his marching pants, but Katara's ministrations earlier removed the worst of the yuk, so it's possible it just looks like badly administered camo. "Private Ronald Witherspoon, actually, but generally they call me Spoon. Was that you then? I just got here and I've been tryin' to find out who all we've got in this place."

[buddyofchrist]

Biff opens the door finally. He's a shortish guy, with wiry muscles, and dark skin. His t-shirt says "Jesus is my Homie."

He gives Spoon a once-over, then holds out his hand. "Levi-who-is-called-Biff, bar Alphaeus. Professional disciple. Been here since yesterday." He pauses, and smirks just a wee bit. "Nice name."

[somebodysdog]

It certainly does that. And as she thinks it's a good idea to scope out who else she's sharing this crazy world with, cue one leather clad ex-watchman rapping sharply on the door with the back of her knuckles.

"Everything OK in there?"

[buddyofchrist]

Now that? That's definitely a female voice. Biff instinctively covers the rising bulge in his pants - Maggie does that to him - and calls "Whah?" through the door.

Gift of tongues, and he still says "whah?" Incurable.

[somebodysdog]

Angua still hovers outside the door hesitantly.

"I just... heard wailing. Is there anything wrong?"

[buddyofchrist]

"Wailing?"

A shortish man - Klatchian, by the look of him - opens the door, looking offended.

"That, dear woman, was one of my Excellent Dirges. My mourning skills are HIGHLY above par."

[wash_drives]

"Did I hear someone else who's missing a girlfriend?" Wash delighted poked his head around the doorframe. Misery LOVES company.

[buddyofchrist]

Morosely, from the floor, "How'd you guess?"

[wash_drives]

"You were singing horrifically."

[buddyofchrist]

"Mourning!" Biff objects. "I was mourning! That was an Excellent Dirge!"

[lovemyneighbors]

There were three quiet knocks on the door.

They were Holy Knocks.

[buddyofchrist]

Biff is sadly oblivious to Holy Knocks when in the throes of artistic expresssion.

"NOOO BODY LIKES ME, EVERYBODY HATES ME, GUESS I'LL GO EAT LO-MEIN."

Plus, he sort of drowns out every other noise.

[lovemyneighbors]

There was more knocking. It wasn't impatient, because it usually took a lot for Josh to get impatient.

[buddyofchrist]

"Long thin shrimpy ones short fat chickeny ones, itsy bitsy fuzzy wuzzy WHAT?"