Spoilers for 'Going Downklok'

[prudebitch]

We're not discussing this, mundane. Give it up, already.

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[tonto]

Oh god.

[prudebitch]

Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me.

[tonto]

Why are you here. Get out of the Internet right now.

[prudebitch]

Look, Nathan, I can be here if I want. You're the one who spoke, first, so if you're really so bothered, you can be the one who walks away.

[tonto]

Well -- you spoke second! So you leave.

[prudebitch]

...I'm not having this argument with you. This is childish.

[tonto]

You're childish.

[prudebitch]

Nathan.

[tonto]

What. [a pause.] Abigail.

[prudebitch]

[An extra long, brutally awkward pause.] Look, I'm sorry, alright? I crossed the line. Now, can we get back to work?

[tonto]

Ugh. Fine.

But just so you know, it was rude.

[prudebitch]

I know. Now drop it.

[tonto]

[incredibly mature muttering about dropping ... her?? yeah, you showed her, nathan.]

[prudebitch]

[She expects nothing better from him.]

OMG.

[dildosaurus]

Ah, discussing what, now?

ASDFGH--!!

[prudebitch]

Nothing, Charles

8)

[dildosaurus]

[ :| well gee abigail something about this seems like it's not really nothing... ]

The, uh... rough cut going all right? No kinks for you and Nathan to work out?

[prudebitch]

[It's totally nothing. It's not like she fucked with his bread and butter or anything.]

It's... going along smoothly. We may have to re-record Pickles' drum track, but aside from that, everything's just great.

[dildosaurus]

[ no, certainly not. we couldn't have that. ]

Mmn, well, that doesn't surprise me. The time spent at sea has been... difficult. For all of them.

...That said, I suppose I should ask: as the only woman on board, I hope things have gone, uh, okay up to this point? Everyone's behaving?

[ last thing he needs is another sexual harassment suit okay. ]

[prudebitch]

Charles. Everything went fine. Stop asking.

[Don't mention sexual harassment suits, please. Abigail can't afford to pay off Nathan Explosion of all people.]

[dildosaurus]

Well, uh... good. Good.

Just want to be sure.

Just, uh... tryin' to keep this rig afloat.

[ growing neuroticism. can you feel it. ]

Because if there are any issues, it's important that we stay abreast of them.

/was notified of this existing by the above Charles.

[onehundredbeers]

Whoa. Hey, uh, Abigail. What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be, uh. Somewhere... else. That's not here.

[A master of elocution is Nathan.]

/loves on everyone

[prudebitch]

Oh my God there's more than one. Nathan, like I've said to the, uh, other you, I can be here if I want.

I really am so glad to see an Abigail, oh my god.

[onehundredbeers]

Okay, uh, ignoring the other me. Since that's not... this me. It's- it's a different me. I was not expecting you. Here. Ever. I mean, uh, I guess it's cool. But still.

To be honest, I'm surprised there aren't more

[prudebitch]

Oh. Well, at least you're taking this whole... incident well.

[Damn this is awkward...]

...How are things?

[onehundredbeers]

Well, technically I shouldn't, uh, know about it. It hasn't happened yet for me, so, uh, I'm currently safe. From remembering me doing ...that.

[He crosses his arms, quick to accept getting to another subject entirely. He will prolong the horror in his future as long as humanly possible.]

Things are- they're fine. You know, normal. And... you, uh. You taking, um, that well? The thing. That we shouldn't talk about but I'm mentioning right now and defeating the purpose of before there even is a purpose.

[prudebitch]

Thank God for canon points, I guess.

[He won't mind it so much. Trust me on that.]

Yeah... Yeah. Everything's fine on my end. I just want to get this album finished. We've taken too long as it is. I'm starting to worry about the label getting on our asses.

[onehundredbeers]

[So I saw. Oh, Nathan. Going down on a lady once doesn't mean you're dating.]

Yeah, uh, you have fun... working. [Nathan's interest wavers as work gets mentioned. Work. Gross.] So, uh, things are looking a little rough, huh? I'm probably gonna skip out on... all of that. Just, uh, leave. For a while. Come back, boom, maybe I'll have stuff for the album.

[His game truly has enabled him to skip out on his responsibilities and requirements for things even more than normal. Well, less skip, more put them off and allow him to procrastinate.]