On the mun taking his time on apping to paradisa

[midhitgrope]

Listen. What the fuck is takin' so long?! I ain't that fuckin' interesting.

And I'm not fuckin' happy with what ya makin' me lose. You realise that I'm called the "Funny Man" for my jokes, right?

Get your fuckin' shit sorted out, man.

...And don't be tryin' to put me someplace else until you have, got it? That dead city can fuckin' wait until I'm in the magic castle.

Listen to me. Sounds like I've done some bad fuckin' acid.

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[gwenbloodycooper]

Jesus Christ and I thought I had a foul mouth.

Well, out with it. What's the problem then? Why is your mun sitting on his arse and not packing you off to this magic castle?

[midhitgrope]

[Well, hello, there.]

Fuck if I know. He won't even fuckin' tell me. All I know is that he's writing my personality.

An' I know for a fuckin' fact that he ain't no shrink, man.

[gwenbloodycooper]

OK, well... Maybe, and it's just a thought here.

If every other word out of your mouth didn't begin with a F and end with an uck... He might be able to get through the personality.

[Pause]

Hrmm?

[midhitgrope]

...

[Okay, that's derailed him for a second. Let him think.]

'ey, fuck you, lady. You don't even know me. I could be really intellectual and shit on the inside.

[gwenbloodycooper]

[She'd be offended but honestly, it's just funny]

Alright then, keep yourself calm it was just a suggestion.

[That may be a smirk she's hiding behind her hand]

OK so what, does he just not know you well enough yet or is he getting sidetracked by other things?

[midhitgrope]

[He is the Funny Man.]

Fuck if I know. I ain't no shrink, either.

He does seem the type to get distracted by shiny things, though...

[gwenbloodycooper]

Right well, there's your problem!

Tell you what. Have a little chat with your mun and tell him to lay off that plurk shite that mine's always messing about with and I bet you'll be good to go in no time.

[midhitgrope]

I dunno what to fuckin' say to the guy! He's gotta be half my fuckin' age!

I'm not good with kids.

[gwenbloodycooper]

[Why is she not surprised?]

So don't treat him like a kid. Bitch him out like you would anyone else, that might push him into action.

[Worst advice ever Gwen]

[spiritusaequitas]

Wait, wait, what the fuck? .... Is he changin' yer loss, Roc? Last y' were bitchin' to me ---

Well.

No, that was still kinda funny.

[midhitgrope]

...

[Not funny]

'ey, I never said nothin' about him changin' nothin'!

Nor did I say nothin' about what I'm gonna lose, neither. So, nothin's fuckin' funny, got it?

[spiritusaequitas]

No, no, no. I'm doin' ya a favor. See --- this way, f'it's hilarious ... which it fuckin' is ... yer still th' Funny Man.

[here. have a noogie. those are good.]

[midhitgrope]

[Hey, Murph, not cool, man! D: He's just going to squirm out of it.]

No, man. I ain't the funny man 'cause of that.

[And he refuses to be known as the funny man because of his loss, thank you.]

And speakin' of fuckin' hilarious, ya still ain't adjusted the hair, sheep-for-brains.

[spiritusaequitas]

Yeah, well, pardon me 'f' I'm not gay enough fer hair t' be my first fuckin' priority like you!

[midhitgrope]

Please, you fuckin' seen me? I ain't no Dolce and Gabbana model.

'least I don't look like a fuckin' dork.

[spiritusaequitas]

No, but knowin' who the fuck they are's gotta count fer somethin', don'it!

[midhitgrope]

Fuck you. You should see the fuckin' trash I get given to read on the job.

[spiritusaequitas]

Rather not. Sounds like yer readin' too much of it if y' ask me. At this rate y' might as well ask th' fuckers to start gettin' ya Cosmo.

[midhitgrope]

[Right, time for a topic change]

Anyway, how's life in Castle Quirky. Still bein' plagued by those fuckin' demons?

[spiritusaequitas]

Yah, 'bout that. .... They're not actually too bad now that've gotten m' feet under me. Least, one've em is. The other one's still kind've a fuckhead.

[midhitgrope]

Which one? Just so's I know which one to avoid.

This guy's got one in his head. He ain't that bad, but, fuck me, he's a demon, man.

[spiritusaequitas]

... Yeah, uh.

Hate t' break it to ya, Roc, but. That's th' one. Real fuckin' sorry, man.

[midhitgrope]

So you're the fuckin' Irishman he was mutterin' about?

...Y'know, if ya give him a chance, I bet he'll be a good one to have around, man.

[Not that he's biased in any way.]

I mean, I'm a bit of a fuckhead, yet ya still hang around me, right?

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[spiritusaequitas]

"A bit"'s bein' nice, Roc.

It was nice while it lasted. :(

[midhitgrope]

Yeah? Like you two wool-heads aren't fuckheads, too?