King Fergus (
bearkingfergus) wrote in
dear_mun2012-08-26 03:30 pm
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Voicetest/Homeless
You have no idea what you're doin' here do ya, lassie? No, I didn't think so.
Well until you figure it out I'm just gonna sit over here and finish me dinner.
[Don't mind Fergus sitting over here shoving chicken wings into his mouth...]
Well until you figure it out I'm just gonna sit over here and finish me dinner.
[Don't mind Fergus sitting over here shoving chicken wings into his mouth...]

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Of course not, come and join yer old man. [He pushes a plate piled high towards her with a wink] Just don't tell yer mum.
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They hardly ever know what they're doing, these muns. It's usually up to us to show the way.
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Aye, mine don't have a clue what she's don' with me. Guess I'll have to take a look around myself.
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[Why hello, chicken wings. Booga will help himself.]
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Aye, well she's not exactly the best when it comes to timing. Always seems to happen when I'm eating.
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[He's so polite. He's got his bare feet on the table and everything.]
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[He doesn't even comment on that, just keeps eating. He's thankful his wife's not here right now, he knows exactly what she'd say.]
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Basically the mun's throwin' me around posts, the big tosser. No bloody idea what he's doin with me, mate.
Can't complain with all this meat, though.