( Note/present left for Bernard )

Look. I had a gun. I didn't shoot anybody. I didn't even try to shoot anybody. I listened to Bernie. I got him and that wimpy wizard food. I'm in the kitchen making sandwiches for everyone, and not even complaining about it like SOMEBODY-who-shall-remain-nameless.

Seriously, I've been good, but I'm this close to putting a surprise* in every 20th ( Read more... )

Dear Santa ( Read more... )

[There's a few fumbled attempts at an apology before Otto begins. Ones that mainly end in curses and screaming and a few choice insults.]

Right. Right. [Deep, calming breathing.] I can do this. Like a monk before going into battle, I am calm.

Bernard.
I'm really, really, really s-ss-sss - FUCK FUCK[Sound of a frustrated slamming of a fist into a ( Read more... )

((OOC: Otto went and ate himself some weird fruit after Bernard left him, and huzzah, now he's hallucinating! He thinks he's the Pirate King from Pirates of Penzance... and it is, it is a glorious thing to have more musical references. :D))[He's singing loudly for everyone's enjoyment (annoyance ( Read more... )

Bernie, trying to do your taxes here, but seeing as you don't actually have an income I've just had to imagine that all that alcohol you've been imbibing counts as a salary ( Read more... )

[Otto is laughing. Obnoxiously loud. Not particularly fiendishly, just obviously quite pleased with himself ( Read more... )

HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERE FISHY FISHY FISHY

((OOC: Why, yes. I was thinking of this.))

Right. SOOooo ( Read more... )