NINETY-FIVE

[tehpuck]

Really.

If the horrible little deities of this thrice-cursed place are so jealous of my wardrobe that they feel the need to stoop to the low of pathetic fallacy in order to thwart me, they need a hobby and a back rub. Not, of course, that I'm providing, but if I had that large of a stick lodged up my ass to cause such an incident as this, I'd need

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[fowlprodigy]

...Your clothing? You are complaining about them being jealous of your clothing?

[tehpuck]

Did the boy wonder forget how to read, now?

[fowlprodigy]

Clearly I can read since I commented on it.

Not that I should be one to talk since I have done no better today.

[tehpuck]

And yet you seemed incredulous. The proper response would be, of course, to ask if I'd stuttered, but seeing as this conversation is through text, I believe the point may be moot. You do, of course, retain the ability to disbelieve anything I say; it's your exclusive right, and your inconsolable loss.

I'd offer you assistance, but I generally require far different stains to be removed in my dress shirts.

[ohrosalita]

If that's what you're planning on doing, I don't know that you need a suit, Robin.

[tehpuck]

Oh, so you think I should show up at her apartment nude as Zeus made me? Because while I really have no problem with that plan of action, some Puritan prudes would probably have a fit, and if there's any plan I do have a problem with, it's shimmying down a fire escape with no pants on.

[ohrosalita]

At least fire escapes are generally metal, it's not like you've gotta worry about splinters. But okay, a trench coat, to get over there. Standard uniform of PIs and flashers everywhere.

[tehpuck]

And with rain, slippery. A concussion, just what I've always wanted, Rose.

Now you're just sacrificing a perfectly good trench coat.