Heading for capeandcowl when I stop being lazy.

[zazz]

Yeh, okey, I've had some time to think on it annnnnd those powers yew thaught up fer me are pretty awesome, I mean, fire breath frahm drinkin' whiskey? Heh. Who wouldn't love booze based powers, yanno? So yer on yer way to gettin' back on my good side. As lahng as one of those powers will be whenever I drink, eh, Goldschläger I get the fuckin' Midas touch so I can pay people to make my sammiches.

I haven't forgotten about that.

I never will.

ANYYYYway, jest, I dunno, jest thaught I'd let yew know and uhhh yeh get outta here now and get back to writin' that application thing, yew drag yer feet more than Nate'n, swear to Gahd. Stupid, picky assholes.

Comments

[aggressiveapathy]

So you're going to set all my bars on fire. Or turn the hot waitresses into gold or ticks or something. Wow. Not cool.

[zazz]

Well, yanno, shit happens, heh. But, tell ya what, yew can keep the gold waitresses as compensation. I can jest get a hobo later if I reelly need the cash.

[aggressiveapathy]

Only if she's in a funny pose.

[zazz]

Like...grabbin' her own tits 'r somethan? No, no, wait--grabbin' someone ELSE'S bewbs.

[aggressiveapathy]

And the other girl's still normal, trapped forever in a horrible golden squeeze?

Yeah. That's okay, I guess.

[zazz]

Hehe, yeh.

Even better if it was some fat dood's tits.

[aggressiveapathy]

And then I could poke him with sticks when I'm bored.

Okay. That's an alright present, I guess. You can burn down two bars.

[zazz]

Shit, seriously?? Yew'd REELLY lemme do that?

[aggressiveapathy]

Mmhm. You have my total permission.

[Which means absolutely nothing when it comes to cops and owners of said bars.]

[zazz]

Wow... I jest met yew but I already think yer a real kewl regular jack-off. What's yer name?

[aggressiveapathy]

April. And we only talk about my jack-offs in private. Thanks.

[zazz]

April, dat's a pretty name.
[Insert smooth smirk here.]

Oh, yeh? Well, heh, yer place or mine, then?