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[expectremorse]

[Hoffman has come to a conclusion. When he first arrived to the barge he was reading and moderately social and shit went down hill from there. He really doesn't want to be fucking social again because-as far as he's concerned-you all suck

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[mightymorbid]

How's the eye?

[expectremorse]

[Hoffman's expression turns grim] Just fine thanks for asking.

Did you want a cat treat dickweed, or did you just come to harass?

[mightymorbid]

More the latter, I should say.

[expectremorse]

[sigh. So not in the mood for this] Do you even have a life at all? Friends? people you care about?

[So says the anti-social dickweed. Hoffman just sounds tired as he speaks]

[mightymorbid]

Yeeeeah, that really hurts coming from you, dog-boy.

[expectremorse]

I wasn't a fucking dog. [...he's sensitive about that] I was a hyena. A hyena. They have more in common with cats.

You pussy.

[And he's officially proud of that.]

[mightymorbid]

So you scavenge after other people's expired leftovers and are needlessly noisy.

...It fits you, really.

[expectremorse]

Speaking as someone who was a fucking cat.

[mightymorbid]

Pampered, entitled -- yes, I'll admit it -- and immaculate.

How perceptive.

[expectremorse]

You talk such a big game. You're not worth my time you pompous fucking idiot. Go play in a sandbox. You're behaving like a goddamn child.

[mightymorbid]

But you continue to reply. Not that I blame you; this is probably the most anyone has ever listened to your inane ramblings.

[expectremorse]

[His eyes narrow]

...Where are you you little shit. I'm going to hit you so hard your grand children are going to be born bruised.

[mightymorbid]

So you're looking to lose your other eye?

[Spam!]

[expectremorse]

Skinny-ass pencil neck-

[Morrigan's advice goes straight out the window as he clicks the feed off and goes in search of the little shrimp.]

[And he's looking around the corridors, hands clenched into fists dressed and ready to fight.]

[Spam!]

[mightymorbid]

[If only Mozenrath were not a great fool and actually enjoying his lunch while all this heckling is going on. He can be found in the dining hall.]

Re: [Spam!]

[expectremorse]

[Hoffman storms in, slamming his hands before the younger man]

Let's. Chat.

[He makes a grab for his neck.]