Entry 32 [Audio]

[classywigger]

Man, finally got my place straightend out again after all that shit with the big birds. If I never have to nail my windows shut again it'll be too fuckin' soon.

[Filtered to Dr. Mrs. The Monarch.]Hey, supervillain lady, I got yo' message. In case you hadn't noticed, the harpy crisis and aftermath made things a little fuckin' difficult for anyone

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[child_radical]

Keep the planks, nails, and hammer on standby.

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[classywigger]

Fuck that, if this happens again I'm weldin' bars to my window.

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[child_radical]

It's logical to expect things like that to happen again.

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[classywigger]

Well, a mastermind like me always plans ahead.

[he_who_kills]

Chirp-chirp-chirp.

[classywigger]

Fuck off.

Private;

[notaqueenbee]

Seriously? It takes that long for you people to clean up? Damn, all of you are so disorganized.

I've got the money. But I'm not shelling any of it out until I see that it isn't a piece of shit.

Private;

[classywigger]

It was a big fuckin' deal. Even the tower ain't rebuilt yet. Not to mention the fuckin' deities seem to have the mindset of "let 'em fix things themselves".

[He switches to video and takes out a metal briefcase. Opens said briefcase and displays the combat shotgun inside.]

That good enough for ya'?

Private;

[notaqueenbee]

Right. Whatever.

[She's a little thrown by the sudden switch to video, but she peers into the camera and examines the weapon as best as she can.]

Fuck, that's big. Hard to transport, but it'll do. How much?

Private;

[classywigger]

[Likewise, he's a little speechless at first now that he sees that she's so... hot. A woman that hot with a voice like that? It just doesn't make sense.

Regains his composure.] Two hundred bucks.