Lord Cobblepot On The Nessicity Of Call WaitinglordcobblepotJuly 9 2005, 09:44:40 UTC
The Penguin groans.
Its been precicely three hours, twenty-five minutes, and thirty seconds since he had finished his duties, and retired. It had been precicely thirty seconds since he had finally fallen asleep. And the telephone ran.
"KWAA-" Penguin began to thunder into the phone, before remembering his breeding. With dignity. "Good evening. As you are useing my personal line, I am assumeing you are an ally or enemy of mine. Whatever may I do for you, kwaa?"
Re: Lord Cobblepot On The Nessicity Of Call Waitingjla_extrasJuly 10 2005, 11:35:52 UTC
"Cobblepot," Thorne snarls, confident that his voice will provide enough of an identification for him. "The DEMO shipment's been hit. The goddamned DEMO. Do you realize how BAD THAT LOOKS? I'm putting my reputation on the line for this operation, and you can't even handle some new rookie Bat?!"
Re: Lord Cobblepot On The Nessicity Of Call WaitinglordcobblepotJuly 10 2005, 13:46:39 UTC
Ugh. Penguin swore, privately, to murder the next person who called him at this hour of the evening. Well, morning, if his traitorous eyes were seeing the glorious Gotham sunrise properly. "Mister Thorn, I fear you have, kwaa, caught me at a disadvantage. Perhaps you could work up the moxie manage an unmaligned message before makeing miscontrued accusations, yes?" A pause. "In other words, kwaa, what in the name of sin are you speaking about? I fought the Batgirl myself yesterday, it could not have been her."
Re: Lord Cobblepot On The Nessicity Of Call Waitingjla_extrasJuly 10 2005, 23:11:18 UTC
"I'm talking about a 'Batwoman.' Even more green than your ridiculous ninja girl. The men are all swearing that NOT ONLY did the Bat show up, which is bad enough, but some other dame wearing his creepshow insignia beat him to the punch, and has pretty well RUINED this operation before it's even gotten off the GROUND!"
Cigar smoke fires out of his nostrils, having NO qualms about waking the fowl up over this, apparently.
"Are you even TRYING to make this work, or are you throwin' darts at a map to figure out our supply routes?!"
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Its been precicely three hours, twenty-five minutes, and thirty seconds since he had finished his duties, and retired. It had been precicely thirty seconds since he had finally fallen asleep. And the telephone ran.
"KWAA-" Penguin began to thunder into the phone, before remembering his breeding. With dignity. "Good evening. As you are useing my personal line, I am assumeing you are an ally or enemy of mine. Whatever may I do for you, kwaa?"
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Cigar smoke fires out of his nostrils, having NO qualms about waking the fowl up over this, apparently.
"Are you even TRYING to make this work, or are you throwin' darts at a map to figure out our supply routes?!"
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