on maybe perhaps being app'ed to a game -

[futuristical]

New playground, huh? If shit's going down, at least I know who the fuck to blame. And I keep my guns loaded, doll, just so we're clear about that. All of them. Loaded and on the fucking ready.

Before we go, one important question. Who's a guy like me supposed to bury his fucking cock in to get a move-up in society around here? Count JL out of the math.

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[napoleonical]

Marcel. Talking about sex again, I see.

[futuristical]

When you think about it, JL, there's nothing more fucking important than fucking.

[Closest thing to philosophical that Marcel will ever get.]

[napoleonical]

I think you need to stop thinking. [Scowl.] If we're going anywhere, we're laying low.

[futuristical]

What the fuck? We're gonna pull that shit sorry place up with roots and dirt and fucking everything.

[napoleonical]

Don't be purposefully stupid. It's about expanding what we already have.

[futuristical]

It's a fucking game, shitwit, it's about having some fucking, well-deserved fun.

[napoleonical]

Everything is, to you. But remember - no money, no hookers.

[futuristical]

Don't we get paid to do crap-easy jobs anyway? The rest is just a fucking bonus.

[napoleonical]

It's like your normal life, isn't it? You lazy bastard.

[futuristical]

Not so fucking lazy that you're dead. Yet.

[napoleonical]

We're not talking about that.

In any case, I can think of about ten different groups who'd love some alien tech to spice things up. It's a lovely idea.

[futuristical]

See the world go kaboom. Yeah, it's the best fucking idea these two chicks 've had in ages.

[napoleonical]

The single good idea, you mean.

TW: mention of rape

[futuristical]

I got to take Mireille's anal fucking virginity. Beats everything, man.

TW: mention of rape

[napoleonical]

Shut the hell up.

[futuristical]

Whatever. [A shrug.] Alien tech, huh? That place needs a fucking black market. So bad.

[napoleonical]

Quite blatantly. It's a second chance, you know. [Chuckle.] What a joke.

[futuristical]

Second chance for what? To fuck my way through ten tents of girls who think they're so fucking badass? I'm in on that shit.

[napoleonical]

You realise they could set your balls on fire or something, right?

[futuristical]

They could fucking try. I'd shoot their faces in.

[napoleonical]

Just don't get killed. You'd ruin all my plans.

[futuristical]

D'aw. Need me, bro? Am I supposed to be fucking flattered or something?

[napoleonical]

Just follow orders, Marcel, and we're square.

[futuristical]

Yes, State Minister. Or whatever you end up being there.

[napoleonical]

I'm thinking something a lot less conspicious. Something with math and numbers, perhaps.