In which Church complains yet again...

[thereisno11]

Hey, mun-bastard. What the hell is wrong with you?! First you complain that you won't be able to play me anywhere after that meatship game closed, now you're thinking of playing one of those fucking Freelancers? Fuck you, cockbite.

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[boomofo]

Why the hell would they ant to play a fucking Freelancer?
Doesn't your mun know they're just bad news?

[thereisno11]

Who knows, dude? Bad enough I share a headspace with Doc and that yellow freak, but a Freelancer? That's just messed up.

late pikachu is late *sneeeeak*

[boomofo]

Try being with a bunch of dead guys.

Yellow fre-?

Oh man, I pity you.

[freelance_lonestar]

And what's wrong with being a freelancer?

[thereisno11]

Is there an answer that won't involve you punching or shooting me?

[freelance_lonestar]

Try me.

[thereisno11]

You have to admit, most Freelancers are assholes. Wyoming, Wash, South, and that Carolina chick.

[freelance_lonestar]

[She balls a fist and pulls back as if to punch Church, but stops her fist half an inch from his visor.]

Yeah, you're right. We're all dicks on some level. Even North, the unofficial team dad. So condescending...

[619b]

Is there ever a time where you're not complaining?

[thereisno11]

[The answer to that question Wash, is a firm no. ]

You try dealing with the Reds, Tucker, and Caboose, and see how well you take this shit. What do you want?

[619b]

Nothing.

And, I have, in case you conveniently forgot.

[thereisno11]

I dealt with them for years. You dealt with for what, a few weeks?

[619b]

I'd say I got the full experience from it, either way.

[thereisno11]

The pink dude Donut? Him I can at least tolerate, but the rest I can sleep better if I never see them again.

[619b]

I don't think either of us will ever be that lucky.

[thereisno11]

That's why I carry a sniper rifle.

[The one that you almost never hit anyone with?]

Damn it, there's nothing wrong with my aim, mun!

[619b]

Yeah, I mean, all those guys just move faster than the bullets you fire.

[ HE'LL HUMOR YOU, really ]