Whine, whine, whine....

[what_fourthwall]

I'm BORED. Go kick the other two, let's DO something! You're IGNORING me, you PROMISED!

There's all these people to bug and you're not DOING anything!

And all that AIM stuff DOESN'T COUNT!

It's not ME, anyway.

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[otis_pdriftwood]

"Unless it's a big cup you'll be about three quarts low."

He does, with some affection, pat her on the head. Call it instinct. Call it that a counterpart somewhere in the multiverse is her brother. Or just call it Grou-erm Otis P.Driftwood.

"Y'know, kiddo, I think you could make it big in show-biz. Or at least in a show. And if that doesn't work you could try for show and tell."

[what_fourthwall]

Yeah, try telling that to THIS writer of mine. Completely ignoring a talent like mine in favor of a ROBOT of all things!

[otis_pdriftwood]

[He's quiet for a moment.]

All right.

[He turns, and taps on the screen]

Hey you! Yeah, I'm talking to you. The one staring in disbelief. Robots aren't any fun at all. Most of the time they can't even do your taxes properly. I will, for a modest commission and a ticket out of town for after.

So get on writing this one. And if that doesn't work for you, well, you can leave this thread in a huff. And if that doesn't work you can leave in a minute and a huff.

[what_fourthwall]

[This mundane is MUCH too used to things railing at the screen to stare in disbelief, THANK you.

And I WILL write her, cryin' out loud, you focus on others for a few weeks and suddenly SWOONING DRAMATICS.]

Then you go and make me HOMELESS again.

[Picky, picky...]