[sup]Bah, whatever. A little prick with a toothpick never killed anybody.
And yes, what little of it I've been able to see was pretty good.
Fuckin' internet connection.[/sup]
[sup]All the time, out loud, sometimes in severely mixed company.
Though never around my parents. They'd probably have no problem with it, but it'd still be...awkward.[/sup]
[sup]That's why I don't swear much... I often spend too much time with my parents without any heads up first, so I can't be in the habit of swearing.[/sup]
[sup]Trust me, you haven't seen me be really weird yet.
I try to contain that part of me.
Sometimes it manages to get out of it's padded cell, though.[/sup]
...for even considering tank-spanking with roadkill!
[sup]Blasphemy!
It wasn't me either... Oh, crap. Did he escape from the cell again? Bugger.
And I must go off to sleep; my elbow's still numb. I think it's a hint to sleep...
Night, Chinchy.[/sup]
[sup]Now the hell am I supposed to do? Chinchy...Chinchy...
Wha? Come to me, Chinchy...
Borderlands, is that you? I'm waiting for you...
Chinchilla, away![/sup]
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