Re: Mini-Grand 5103 [Rou://www.cyberspace.net]
02-04-2012, 02:49 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Schazer.
Selvsetter dealt Google's shining flanks a frustrated kick, before finally glaring at Melissa.
"What?"
"Um."
Selvsetter growled something unintelligible, ripping her hat off and messing her hair up a bit. Melissa was still lost for words, but the woman eventually obliged.
"th' fuck d'yewant?"err-command not parsed "elo?" Selvsetter waved, trying to make it as condescending as possible, before sighing explosively. "What. Thee fuck. Do. You. Want?"
"Ah! I want to know."
Selvsetter just stared again. "Riiiiiiight." A pause. "Aany spicifics, or...?" Another sigh. "Look. In case y'hadn't figger'd, I sortuh don' have, like, a clue about ennier this shi'. 'zit, like, existenchil shit? 'kez - well, no 'fence, but, pritty sure spambots or vi-rersis'n shit don' act-chly have souls. Y'know. No 'fence."
"None received. Taken. None taken." response-colloquial
This is really fuckin' draggin' on, Selvsetter thought to herself. This some dick author's idea of characterisation?
"Ugh. Look. Milissa. I kinduh feel like we, I dunno, haven' done th' groundwork or whatevir in th' las' round, but I'm sorta quietly freakin' ou' that it's all jes' draggin' on too much, y'know? Plus y'know mini-gran's'n shit are jes' totally different an look. Whatevir. You pro'aly don' git whet I'm sayin' anyway."
"Fuckit. Y'wanna team up? If we stay away frem those two weppin'-slingin' dicks we're pro'aly free to do some shit on our own. I'm kinda fucked fer eny other ideas righ' now entill Ens figgers some shit out, so..."
Selvsetter dealt Google's shining flanks a frustrated kick, before finally glaring at Melissa.
"What?"
"Um."
Selvsetter growled something unintelligible, ripping her hat off and messing her hair up a bit. Melissa was still lost for words, but the woman eventually obliged.
"th' fuck d'yewant?"err-command not parsed "elo?" Selvsetter waved, trying to make it as condescending as possible, before sighing explosively. "What. Thee fuck. Do. You. Want?"
"Ah! I want to know."
Selvsetter just stared again. "Riiiiiiight." A pause. "Aany spicifics, or...?" Another sigh. "Look. In case y'hadn't figger'd, I sortuh don' have, like, a clue about ennier this shi'. 'zit, like, existenchil shit? 'kez - well, no 'fence, but, pritty sure spambots or vi-rersis'n shit don' act-chly have souls. Y'know. No 'fence."
"None received. Taken. None taken." response-colloquial
This is really fuckin' draggin' on, Selvsetter thought to herself. This some dick author's idea of characterisation?
"Ugh. Look. Milissa. I kinduh feel like we, I dunno, haven' done th' groundwork or whatevir in th' las' round, but I'm sorta quietly freakin' ou' that it's all jes' draggin' on too much, y'know? Plus y'know mini-gran's'n shit are jes' totally different an look. Whatevir. You pro'aly don' git whet I'm sayin' anyway."
"Fuckit. Y'wanna team up? If we stay away frem those two weppin'-slingin' dicks we're pro'aly free to do some shit on our own. I'm kinda fucked fer eny other ideas righ' now entill Ens figgers some shit out, so..."
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clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow