canon: the world's end.

[wtfs]

I'd say you don't have a foot to stand on, but I'm feeling generous, so: you've a foot, at best.

Shall I wish you good luck? Hurry up and make up your mind, I haven't got all day.

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[lager]

[ pbbbbt. boring. ]

Don't think she'll have a problem with you really.

[wtfs]

It's not the management I'm worried about. The world can do what it likes so long as— as I don't have to, ah, put up with it.

[ His speech trails off as his attention diverts itself back to his phone, quickly tapping out a text message before he looks back up at Gary. ]

Why, what kind of luck have you been having?

[lager]

[ always on your phone. constantly on your phone. it's as if it's attached to your head. actually, it is, and you've still got it out, tippity tappy type typing away. he makes an exaggerated gesture towards himself. ]

I. Am having the greatest luck, thank you very much. Most brilliant luck. Of all.

Luck in what exactly, though?