Mun can't figure out Dreamwidth and feels like an idiot

[bye_to_yer_head]

Look mate, it can't be that different from th' other place. Yer th' one that knows how t' work this doovalacky, not me. Jus' figure it out alroight?

Try clickin' that thing, no that one.

Yeah see, ya made it do ... somethin'.

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[quickly]

[Because Scout is a big ol' jerk he's going to stand here and laugh at your mun.

Seriously, he's just laughing.]

[bye_to_yer_head]

No one asked you. Don't ya got some soda t' drink or some dirty magazines t' read?

[quickly]

[Thanks for mentioning BONK! Sniper -- Scout's just going to pop one open now and drink it while he hovers over you.]

[bye_to_yer_head]

*Oh man, he can smell that and everything. That is some sugary disgusting sludge in a can you have there Scout. He wrinkles his nose and tries to swat him away.*

That smells like sugary death. What is in that?

[quickly]

[Ignoring that swat, Scout finishes the soda and shrugs.]

I dunno. Tastes awesome, though.

Now I want a taco.

[bye_to_yer_head]

That stuff is probably rottin' yer insides. You want a ....

*He's just going to stare at him now.*

Roight. Well go get one then and leave me alone.

[hates_hippies]

[Oh god, a BLU being pathetic, like RED would miss this.]

Having some technical difficulties, camper?

[bye_to_yer_head]

That ain't none 'f yer bloody business.

*Oh. That's a Soldier. That's a Soldier WAAAAAY closer than he ever wants to be to a Soldier. Dammit.*

It ain't nothin' a grenade can fix, so you can kindly jus' piss off.

[hates_hippies]

Then I will MAKE IT my bloody business, Baplo Bupkins!

[Oh look, he's smirking now.]

Well how about a shovel then?

[And shing~

yes that is indeed a shovel.]

[quickly]

[Hope you don't think that stare is bothering Scout at all, because it totally isn't.]

Was thinkin' you'd get me a taco.

[Cheesy grin.]

[bye_to_yer_head]

Why th' hell would I get you a taco? Can't you see I'm busy?

*Busy breaking the internet.*

[bye_to_yer_head]

Bap what now?

*That smirk is not a good sign. Neither is the shovel.*

Strewth. Look mate, I'm busy, I don't got toime fer this. Why don't ya go give a speeches to your heads or something.

[quickly]

Cause I don't feel like gettin' one myself. And I'm starvin'.

[bye_to_yer_head]

You run faster than me. And I ain't drivin' you to get a damn taco!

Yer probably starvin' because this sludge is meltin' yer insides.

[hates_hippies]

I would, but those lazy maggots are too busy screwing around in the Mess Hall (spoiler: closet) to actually sit there and listen to my moving speeches!

Why just last week I talked about how George Washing beat the living tar out of Benedict Arnold with nothing more than a simple toothbrush!

[eyesofaserpent]

You're dog is a terrible guard dog.

[bye_to_yer_head]

In .. th' Mess Hall. Roight. The heads are screwing around in the Mess Hall.

*I don't have an icon for how disgusted he is right now. You know the rest of the RED team eats there right?*

I don't know who either 'f those are.

[bye_to_yer_head]

She's young. Give her toime mate.

How's she doin' anyway?

[eyesofaserpent]

She's.... Well, she's healthy and energetic. No matter how much I try to train her otherwise "attack" means pounce a person and lick the crap out of them, not pounce a person and maul them.

[hates_hippies]

Yes they are! In fact, I really should do something about that!

[No, it's a closet that he THINKS is a mess hall.

...also look at that face]

WHAT?! How can you not know the First President of the USA and the greatest traitor in American history!?

[bye_to_yer_head]

Well she was supposed t' be more 'f a huntin' dog than a guard dog. At least she got the Pounce part down.

[eyesofaserpent]

Yeah, well...

You are coming back, right?

[bye_to_yer_head]

....

*He really .. shouldn't be surprised.*

Mostly cos I ain't from here.

*Time to inch away before he gets a crash course in American history.*

[bye_to_yer_head]

Sure am. In June.

But I don't think I'll remember none 'f it.

[eyesofaserpent]

Bollocks, are you kidding me? [Have a big disapproving frown.]

Well, at least you've missed some pretty crazy bullshit.