ex-posted from dear player because I can't resist

[boomsticking]

...So you're telling me in thirty years I'm gonna be a pothead with a lizard and a trailer and a shittier job than I already have who screws the pooch by saying the words while trying to nail a broad.

...Fuck it. I'm staying in the thirteen hundreds.

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Ash!

[drunkwashout]

Sounds like a good idea to me, brother. But if I were you, I'd want to be right here in the twenty first century, drinking a mojito.

Sam!

[boomsticking]

Hah, why stick around here when I can go back there and be treated like a god by a hot chick with a great rack who actually thinks I'm kinda noble?

...Nice shirt, by the way.

[drunkwashout]

Why? Because it's easy for guys like us to get lady-friends today.

Also, I've got three words for you: running water, electricity, and convertibles, baby. Okay, so four words, but modern civilization is a hell of a lot better than the dark ages.

Thank you. And might I just add that you are one damn good-looking man.

[boomsticking]

Hah! Extra 'lady friends' 're the problem, apparently. Mun says I should've stuck with the one who was into roleplay. Don't ask me where she gets her info.

Got the wheels, could probably invent the last two. And I've gotta say it again - hot chick who thinks I'm the king.

[When she's not smacking him in the mush.]

I'd give credit to my mama, but that'd be stiffing God.

[Of course he just called himself Godlike.]