More shit I got to do, more fucking paperwork there is.

[sharpestscalpel]

Jesus fucking his goddamn Virgin mother Mary up against the wall, people, it’s been a fucking busy bit of business on this side of the goddamn interdimensional divide, not that you heard me say anything of the fucking sort because who knows what the shitting Empire would make of that at this point and I have got me some personal plans that don’t need disturbing.

What’s shaping up in your damn neck of the woods?

((OOC – Hey, y’all! I was out of town all weekend – I got to run around a con with [Bad username or site: ”rn_chapel” @ livejournal.com] and many several friends and it was awesome but I definitely missed getting in some good RP. Hi!))

Comments

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Hey dipshit.

Was gettin' worried 'bout your sorry ass. Glad to see you're okay.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm dandy like fucking candy, douchebag. Hear you got yourself a sex coca cola problem though. You get all fucked up like the rest of these bastards?

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Oh you got no idea, otherself. Fucked up doesn't half-cover it.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

Goddamn sex pollen-type situations. Least you didn't break it off. Or did you?

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Not in a literal way. Got to tell ya, if anymore of that shit happened, I might have tied it up for a while of my own volition.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

For that, I'd recommend the dick cages made on Centari Alpha Twelve. Them fuckers do good work.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Permanent damage? It's not like I wanna be out of commission or anything.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

What the fuck, permanent damage? No, douchebag, just... restriction and containment on a temporary basis, you see. Good times to be had with some of that shit.

Permanent damage. *snort* I like my dick, I ain't looking to injure it or yours neither.