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[triangleeyes]

Aye! Good news! It seems as if my beloved brother is back! Bad news... he has a bit of a caps lock problem. *sigh* Aye.

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[hook_this]

YOU WOULD TOO IF YOU HAD HOOKS.

...SHUT UP.

[hook_this]

DON'T LISTEN TO HIM.

[triangleeyes]

Aye. I'm torn. *contemplates*

[hook_this]

YOUR BROTHER OR OLAF.

I THINK IT'S AN EASY CHOICE.

[triangleeyes]

.... *whiiiiiine*

[hook_this]

IF IT WEREN'T FOR YOU, I'D STILL HAVE MY HANDS. AND ESME TOLD ME I COULD, SO THERE. I'LL FIDDLE WITH WHAT I WANT TO.

[ultimate_dad]

*whines* "If it weren't for you, I'd still have my hands!"

Well, you knew the consequences of becoming a member of my troupe! You signed the waiver! So I wouldn't be complaining right now if I were you.

And since when do you listen to her? Hell, I don't even listen to her half the time.

[hook_this]

I WASN'T COMPLAINING, I WAS POINTING OUT A FACT.

I STARTED LISTENING TO HER SINCE SHE STARTED -- UH. NEVERMIND.

[ultimate_dad]

Whoa. Wait a minute there, Hooky. Back it up a few feet. What did you just say about my woman?

[hook_this]

...

NOTHING.

[ultimate_dad]

Nothing? Nothing? Tra la la?!

[hook_this]

FIDDLE DEE DEE.

[triangleeyes]

Aye, Bro. If you tell County about Squalor, I'll promise not to tell everyone about uuuuuus. *smile*

[hook_this]

NOTHING HAPPENED.

NOTHING HAPPENED.

[ultimate_dad]

Once I figure out how to use this newfangled AIM... thing... I'll be sure to find out, first hand, from Miss Fiona, all about.. well... everything. Boss wins... yet again.

[hook_this]

DAMN IT.

NOTHING HAPPENED.