sobs into hands

[planetpiss]

 Well, fanschy scheeing you here. It'sch only been like two yearsch, huh? Louschy bitch.

I mean, giving it the old try-a-roonie again, huh schweetheart?

Figuresch. I knew you'd come back. You can't resischt my unfathomable charmsch. Now do me a favor and get me schomething to eat, huh? I'm fucking schtarving.

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My deepest condolences. I have a couple of the boys in my head, too. :/

[doesntbetray]

_{[He's been staring at you since 'unfathomable charms', brow arched liekwo.]}

once they get in, they NEVER LEAVE.

[planetpiss]

[Staring back. You don't look TOO tough.]

What're you looking at, dildo?

It's our burden to bear, I'm afraid. At least they're entertaining.

[doesntbetray]

_{[Oh god, this guy just used 'dildo' as an insult. He cracks a smile and shakes his head. He then holds up his bottle of whiskey and a glass to offer some. He knows this guy is largely harmless.]}

lmfao yes, they do have that going for them

[planetpiss]

[Oh. Well that wasn't really expected. But hey, he's no going to turn down free booze. Reaching for that glass like nobody's business.]

Huh. Okay. Giving me free schit? Not gonna schay no to that.

[He pauses.]

I mean, obviouschly you figured out who I am. Are you a fan or schomething? Are you looking to get schomething autographed? Becausche you're going to need to wait until I have an opening in my very buschy schedule to get that done, buddy, I'm schorry to tell you.

I should dust off Nathan eventually. Haven't played him for years.

[doesntbetray]

_{[Brandon shakes his head as he fills the glass and then refills his own.]}

Not a fan of metal. I like blues.

this big idiot has been dormant for a while but he's come back with the new season.

[planetpiss]

[Aaand just as quickly as it's poured, it's half gone.]

Not a fan? Of Dethklok? I can't even begin to believe that. Beschidesch, that'sch no excusche. We go out of our way to have schongsch that are...what the hell doesch Charlesch call it...uh, that reach a broad audienche of regular jackoffsch.

I mean, we did the bluesch thing. It wasch pretty horrible, and not in a good way.

I've got to admit, it's been one hell of a season! I can't blame him.

[doesntbetray]

_{[Passive shrug.]}

Sorry. Murdertrains aren't my style.

_{[He's never understood the need to be loud.]}

[jerkfuck]

...did you just call a stranger a dildo?

[Murderface: new spirit animal.]

I know haha it's been so good!!!

[planetpiss]

[Humph. What a buzzkill. He downs the rest of his whiskey like it's water.]

Well, maybe you'll like my scholo album when it finally debuts. It'sch a lot more raw, you know, like more train of thought kind of schit. Unleasching my free muschical schpirit or schome bullschit like that. We're schtill coming up with a marketing campaign.

[By which he means, Charles has nothing to work with, and therefore nothing has been done at all.]

[planetpiss]

What elsche would I call him?

I LOVED Handsomeface last night. Ffff~

[doesntbetray]

Solo album?

_{[Brandon hasn't even sipped from his own second glass yet. He looks at Murderface's glass and pours him another round.]}

I'm sure it will be very... evocative.

[jerkfuck]

..."guy"? "You"?

[thatsdoable]

The fuck are you complaining about, at least you're inside a chick.

Heh... Inside...

[planetpiss]

Nah. What'sch he done to earn that kind of reschpect?

[planetpiss]

I'm not complaining! I'm juscht, politely reminding her that it'sch rude to abandon a gentleman when he'sch been nothing but good to her.

I mean, two yearsch, Nathan. Two yearsch of nothing. And now here sche isch letting me out again. It'sch not what the ancient Chinesche philoschophersch refer to asch...hoschpitable. Or whatever.

[thatsdoable]

Whoah I had no idea you were so cultured an' stuff Murderface. Chinese people gotta be pretty smart if they can get out of those finger traps.

[tallerthanatree]

Muns...is fickle beings.

Always changing. Likes the winds of Hresvelgr. You cannot trusts them. You just can't.

[planetpiss]

Well I do collect pricelessch artifactsch from war-hungry culturesch, Nathan. Not that you care about any of that, but I mean yeah, you gotta lischten to thosche fuckersch when they tell you important schit like that.

[thatsdoable]

Also Buddha wrote this book about making art out of war, so. That's pretty sweet too. Chinamen are badasses.

[planetpiss]

[A heavy sigh, probably too close for comfort and right in your face.]

Yeah, that schoundsch about right. We lead schad livesch, Schkwischgaar. Schtuffed into dark placesch with regular jackoffsch with nothing to do and nobody who givesch a schit about usch. And then they let usch loosche to laugh at usch.

It'sch bullschit.

[planetpiss]

Totally. Aweschome. It'sch schit to live your life by, man.

[thatsdoable]

Anyway is this chick at least hot?

[planetpiss]

Uh, no. I would've at leascht tried when I wasch talking to her if sche wasch. Sche'sch kind of a weirdo, if you aschk me. Which, if I remember correctly, you did.

[tallerthanatree]

There is too many peoples here. And when one approaches me that isn't even famous or anything, I haves to talk to thems anyways! How ams I supposed to practice guitars if I haves to talk to every idiot?

Is crap, and dildos. Crap-covered dildos.

Maybe we cans find Pickle and Toki and run away. Or maybe leave Toki. For distractions.

[punishment_hole]

Murderface thats no way to speaks to the ladies that are taking care of you.