I'm going right to Hell for this.

[charlie_finevoice]

 ...you got some nerve, doin' this just to screw with my old man's head. Don't know what you think you're accomplishing by putting me out here. Not like there's much you can do with me. [Charlie pauses, and adds coldly,] I don't really think you can do anythin' worse than what was done to me. So if you're hoping for entertainment, look elsewhere. God knows I can't sing worth a damn; Pops is the one who makes dames swoon.

Where is my Pops, anyway? He's gonna kill you.

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I would say that's a remarkably accurate assessment.

[milliondollarpipes]

(( Maybe we should have some kind of headcanon pow-wow, though, if we're gonna do this? Because I think we are working from two radically different playbooks here. ))

I'd try to do that internet meme 'I regret nothing', but it'd be a lie.

[charlie_finevoice]

[[Headcanon pow-wow is go whenever you want it, although Charlie is trying to push it forward because hi, it's his dad, he kinda missed the guy a lot while being dead.]]