maybe eventually becoming a thing, who knows. eventually.

[privateparts]

Fine, I won't complain. You've had worse ideas. At least it's linear and makes sense. At least there's a payoff, for me and someone else. [ Assuming this idea works. Big assumption. ]

One question, though: could you have picked a location a little less like home? I don't think you could have. If you laugh at me trying to use a washing machine I'll - it'll be bad, you wait.

No, I will not flood the laundry. It's only buttons. Stop laughing.

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[notalyingman]

You're going with that username, then. Carry on.

[privateparts]

[ one does not roll one's eyes at one's sergeant one does not roll one's eyes at one's sergeant one does not ]

It wasn't really presented as a question, sarge.

[notalyingman]

[One's sergeant can see one not rolling one's eyes, Private.]

...upon my oath, lad, you know better than that.

[privateparts]

[ Eyes completely still in sockets, no one's the wiser. And - well, damnit, he's a little bit right. ]

There's better things to fight, anyway. They're just words.

[notalyingman]

[And MY eyes are in the back of my head, lad, but I still saw that eyeroll.]

They tell me words are important. I wouldn't know. Not an educated man, me. Not in that sense.

[privateparts]

Oh, no. Of course not. [ Like hell. ]