handsome hansel has a fever and the only cure is more healing butt (and icons).

[insulin]

Stop doing things.

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he's so hot right now.

[jagerin]

I'm pretty sure we're fighting a losing battle here.

[ and yet she doesn't seem to be complaining. ]

[insulin]

Is that you saying die? [ cause if so they are all royally fucked. ]

[jagerin]

No.

[ it's her saying she doesn't totally hate some of these ideas. ]

[insulin]

[ eyes her, picking up on that. he'd like to put it back down now, and kick it out the door where it can never disturb anybody again. ]

Do not tell me you're on their side.

[jagerin]

[ she remains cool, face passive even as she picks up on his outrage. ]

You're telling me you'd like to continue letting people like the sheriff get away with burning innocent women?

[insulin]

[ oh for -- she has no one to blame for the following sarcasm but herself. ] Yes, Gretel. That's exactly what I'm saying.

[jagerin]

[ it's not as if she didn't know it was coming. ] There's no saying they're going to follow through with the rest of it.

[ of course, knowing their luck, that's the only thing that won't get to play out. ]

[insulin]

I say we hedge our bets and take 'em out while they're sleeping, just in case.

[jagerin]

Because that'll solve everything.

[insulin]

It has before.

[jagerin]

I'm pretty sure it wouldn't work in this case.

[insulin]

I have no problem proving you wrong.

[jagerin]

I guess it's bound to happen one of these days.

[headbuttinggretel]

Has that ever worked? Seriously, I mean that as an actual question.