Top of the F***ing Morning

[mad_leprechaun]

Ok you bastards: Mad Sweeney is here, as large as life. You just can't keep a good god down, can you? Because that's what I was, you know, before the monks and the churches with their grey books decided that the gods of Ireland had to be made into fucken midgets with funny green hats. Here I am though, a hard-hitting, heavy-drinking, mad-as-a-

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[red_war]

Well, well. Hello. *winks*

Typist: Welcome!

[mad_leprechaun]

Now aren't you one hell of a lady? You know, I've always had a thing for red heads... *grin*

[red_war]

*laughs* You're too kind.

[mad_leprechaun]

And you are too lovely. So tell me, what's a sweet'n'spicy thing like yourself doing in a place like this? What's say we go find ourselves a nice cozy corner where I can show you how far my kindness... extends. *eyebrow waggle*

[singulartragedy]

Typist: THE DEMON BARBER OF FLEET STREET! It's Sweeney! Sweeney Todd!

. . . Don't mind her. I don't know what she's on about, half the time.

[mad_leprechaun]

Yeah, well we're all mad here, boy. It all adds up to meat pies in the end.

[singulartragedy]

've noticed that. As for pies, they'll still be the worst in London.

[_as_you_wish]

Typist: Ok, so I wasn't the only one thinking that?

[fucking_khakis]

You're alright man. I'll buy you a dark beer. None of this piss-ass American shit.

[mad_leprechaun]

Now you're speaking my language! Cheers and a blessing on-- ah, fuck it. Thanks for the booze, man. You're not so bad yourself.

[scary_scary]

I think you and uncle Dionysus would get along really really well.

He likes wine, too!

[mad_leprechaun]

Hey, as long as the bastard can drink he's welcome to come have a pint with Mad Sweeney. He's even more welcome if he's paying...

[scary_scary]

Oh, he does more than pay, he just snaps and provides!

And women like him too. You'll get a lot of women and booze if you hang around Uncle Dionysus.

[black_famine]

Typist: OMGOMG MAD SWEENEY OMGOMG THIS IS THE ABSOLUTE BEST THING EVER OMGOMG *FLAILS FANGIRLISHLY*

...right. Ignore her. She always does this. *sighs*

Irishman, mmm? I've always liked the Irish. Though perhaps not their potatoes. *slight smile* Welcome, at any rate.

[mad_leprechaun]

I know you. Back in the day I couldn't piss without hitting one of your famine starved wretches. Never would've made it to this land of lite beers and legal prostitution (in some counties of Nevada and Rhode Island) without you. You're a fucken sicko, but you've got class.

[black_famine]

*looks startled, then laughs* I suppose that's a fair enough description, although it isn't one I hear often. Thank you, I think. You'll likely enjoy yourself here. *grins*

[mad_leprechaun]

Thanks for the warm greeting, it's nice to see an old friend, if you don't mind my saying. You and me, we'll do lunch. *laughs uproariously*