Reviving/voice testing a long slumbering muse to bring him to Mask or Menace

[grouchinleather]

Look, I'd say I'm grateful for you remembering that I exist, but I'd be lying. The last time you showed an interest in me you shoved me into a torture-happy space station and I wasn't the one doing the torturing. I'll give you that the less interesting Back to the Future pseudo-futuristic America is a step up from that, but just barely. I have no intentions of being stranded someplace where I get dragged into yet another corrupt administrations's delusions of grandeur. Been there, done that, threw the guy that tried to sell me the t-shirt out the window.

Yeah, yeah, I'm aware I don't have a choice. Let me pretend that I do.

P.S. Have you seriously learned nothing from this damn reboot nonsense? How the hell can you possibly be looking forward to that Edward Cullen rip-off that inexplicably shares my name getting his own series? I can't wait to laugh in your face when it all inevitably goes to hell.

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[grouchinleather]

Ugh, you're like my husband. His taste is terrible too.

[funkindofwicked]

[She chuckles.] You must not mind his tastes too much if you married him. Or do you think his bad tastes extend to you?

[grouchinleather]

Oh his bad taste definitely extends to me.