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She should watch the latest news from the S9 then!
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"get"? I hate to tell you this, but I think THAT ship sailed a loooooong time ago.
*puerile giggle* I didn't know Taylor went for the pretty boys!I turned to Alec. "What about you? Any problems with going straight?"
And apparently Alec likes rough trade!He rolled his eyes as only a teenager can do. "What can I say? I was just looking for the toughest gang around to attach myself to. I guess that's you?"
"In happier news, the Slaughterhouse Nine were found dead from drowning in an abandoned septic tank in Akron, Ohio this morning. In keeping with the saying, we can confirm that Jack Slash did indeed float to the top."
Wait. Wait wait wait wait one fucking second WAIT. You didn't go with "Cluck Norris"? Blasphemy.
It's a baby chick. What do you expect?"get"? I hate to tell you this, but I think THAT ship sailed a loooooong time ago.
*puerile giggle* I didn't know Taylor went for the pretty boys!
And apparently Alec likes rough trade!
"In happier news, the Slaughterhouse Nine were found dead from drowning in an abandoned septic tank in Akron, Ohio this morning. In keeping with the saying, we can confirm that Jack Slash did indeed float to the top."
EDIT to add:
Wait. Wait wait wait wait one fucking second WAIT. You didn't go with "Cluck Norris"? Blasphemy.
Enbringers, villain gangs and warlords across the word (the news reports bother her), poverty, lack of a space program, diseases, mortality...
I see what you did thereSome would've said that Frederickson was running to fat. In Larry's opinion, he'd run straight past 'fat' and barreled headlong into 'obese'. Despite that, he was reportedly vain about his appearance. This wasn't hard to verify; the man wore an obvious hairpiece, and his spray-on tan had a distinctively orange cast to it. He also had the stubbiest fingers Larry had ever seen on a grown man. Tiny, piggy eyes scanned the surrounding area suspiciously before returning to the phone that Frederickson was tapping away on. Probably trying to get in contact with the Russian. That phone alone'll be worth a mint in saved data.
Ha, I should have known!"Lock her up!" shrieked Frederickson suddenly, rattling at the chain. "Such a nasty woman! Lock her up!"
Is Fredrickson, perhaps, channelling the spirit of Donald Trump?Frederickson's voice was peculiarly grating, but held no hesitation at all. "I'm the President. Can you believe it?"
Larry paused, and shared a glance with Kelly. What the fuck is this? Lacking any sort of idea of what Frederickson was talking about, he took a deep breath and forged on. "Uh, no, sir. I can't believe it. You are in fact under arrest for drug-related charges, and you're in a lot of trouble. Unless, of course, you want to cooperate with us." He'd done this dance before. Sometimes they took a while to come around, but they nearly always did.
"No! Wrong!" Frederickson's voice rose. "I'm a big businessman! One of the biggest!" He began to sit up, but pulled up short as the handcuff rattled on the bed rail. "I do very big business all over the world!"
Kelly leaned in toward Larry and lowered her voice. "Does he do business overseas?" He wasn't surprised at the question; the conviction in Frederickson's voice would've been hard to fake.
"Not as far as I know," he replied. "But I don't think we're gonna be getting anything out of him right now. That shock must've fried his brain pretty good."
She grimaced, her expression matching his feelings almost exactly. "Well, crap."
"Lock her up!" shrieked Frederickson suddenly, rattling at the chain. "Such a nasty woman! Lock her up!"
Kelly's head whipped around and she stared at Frederickson. "Excuse me?" She took a step toward the bed. "What did you just say?"
Larry shook his head, hoping Kelly wasn't about to assault Frederickson. "I don't think he was talking to you. Guy's a loony. Let's go."
He led the way out; as Kelly closed the door behind them, Frederickson let out another bellow. "I have the best words!"
Whatever the fuck that's about.
Boooo!
I'm just waiting for Jack to decide to pay Brockton Bay a visit.What should really worry people is if her power gets bored with the lack of "flies" to pull the wings off of locally and starts branching out for entertainment. Plenty of things in the world that might technically bother Taylor, right?
In case you didn't notice...Wait. Wait wait wait wait one fucking second WAIT. You didn't go with "Cluck Norris"? Blasphemy.
That chick is doing an amazing job of living up to his namesake.As Chick Norris made triumphant cheeping noises over his cowering foe...
If Jack was that stupid he'd have already drowned while trying to bathe himself.I'm just waiting for Jack to decide to pay Brockton Bay a visit.
You forget, Jack hasn't even heard of Taylor yet. IIRC, she's only known on a small scale locally.If Jack was that stupid he'd have already drowned while trying to bathe himself.
It's a parody only. I want to make that clear.Is Fredrickson, perhaps, channelling the spirit of Donald Trump?
Hey, you won't find any Trump supporters on my property.
*what are the odds? Someone on the internet using "literally" correctly!Mirriam Webster Dictionary said:
While that's funny, I'd prefer to keep political commentary off the thread. PMs if you want to continue this, please.Trump is so corrupt, he's literally* in the dictionary for fraud.
*what are the odds? Someone on the internet using "literally" correctly!
Very nice. And then there were six.
Although wouldn't Taylor and Danny know about the Chicken festival already? That's where they met the Undersiders and adopted Chick Norris, wasn't it?
Ah, missed that. Thanks!Hence why Ack redid the dates, he was looking back and trying to slot in how it would play with Slaughterfools six.
It's been scorched on to his face.Jack Slash without beard... Will anyone even believe it's him?
Like a pompei shadow?
Or a Nagasaki one, yes.
What you did there..."Yeah, no, but this one'll work properly," insisted L33t stubbornly. "And I did make a duplicate. Kind of, anyway. Gimme just one second." He ducked back into the workshop and emerged seconds later with another backpack, complete with rifle. This one was also humming. Uber wondered briefly whether L33t had tuned them to sound that scary. "This one's yours."
"Wait, what now?" Uber stepped back, holding his hands up defensively. "You never said anything about fitting me out with one of those things. What if it blows up? What if it blows the city up?"
"It's not gonna blow the city up," scoffed L33t. "The power packs are only rated to hold enough energy to blow up one big building, or two medium-sized ones. But you don't have to worry. You've got the good-luck gun. I'm the one with the bad-luck gun." Still holding his rifle by its pistol grip, he waved the weapon in the air for emphasis. With his finger on the trigger. So of course, it went off.
Uber yelped and dived for cover as a coruscating beam of crackling energy burst from the rifle emitter and struck one of the overhead lights, which promptly let out a shower of sparks and went dead. Nothing else happened, but he chose to stay down a little longer, just in case. "You don't need a bad-luck gun," he accused L33t. "Giving you any sort of loaded weapon is just asking for friendly fire."
"Sorry," L33t said sheepishly. "But I figure that light was already going to go; at worst, I just pushed it along a bit." He offered the other pack in Uber's direction again. "Come on, are you gonna take it or not?" A sly note crept into his voice. "It's pretty heavy, and I don't know exactly what's gonna happen if I drop it."
"Fine," Uber said, hastily getting to his feet and snatching the pack and rifle from the Tinker's hands. He eyed them carefully, looking for signs of imminent catastrophic failure. The only such sign was the same continuous hum as the other one was emitting. No, he realised a moment later. Not exactly the same hum; this one was harmonising with L33t's. The variations were almost imperceptible to the human ear on their own, but when the backpacks were close enough together, Uber could make out a very faint tune. A very apt tune. He gave L33t an incredulous look. "Did you actually set it up so we'd have the theme tune as well?"