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[karlsefni]

"Fuck'm I s'sposed to do with th—krrttkkkckkskhkhhhhhhh"

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House 1464	Speed Dial
N/A aaaaaaaaall byyyyyyyyyy myseeeeeeeeeeeelf

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phonecall

[badbreak]

[let's see if this works]

[Thorfinn's phone starts buzzing and playing some annoying song]

[what do you do]

[karlsefni]

[stab it probably.

.. and then remember that I should probably answer that, since it's a caller ID with the butt and also the mountain and that usually means it's badou.]

What. [he sounds a little pissed, but really, he's just cranky. he was taking a nap, alright.]

[badbreak]

[there are no niceties on the other end of the line, either]

[to the point]

I need ya ta help me mug people.

[karlsefni]

"Mug"?

[in a tone that certainly says he's willing—if he just knew what 'mug' meant.]

[badbreak]

Kick the shit outta an' take their stuff.

phonecall

[badbreak]

[blowin up ur phone again]

[karlsefni]

[OH MY GOD, BADOU SON OF NAILS.]

Whaddya want?

[karlsefni]

[oh.]

Sure, fine.

[badbreak]

...There ain't no way you know what baseball is, huhn.

[badbreak]

Cool. Meet me at 1470. There's gonna be a guy that smokes a lot and this really tweaky chick, don't stab 'em, they're with us.

[karlsefni]

["i'd write you a list of things i don't know except i don't know them is the problem"

is what he'd say if he had a fucking sense of humor.]

No. So?

[karlsefni]

Tweaky chick.

[just repeating, while he gets upppp. what the fuck does that even mean.]

[badbreak]

D'ya know what sports are? Like, athletic games I guess?

[badbreak]

Spaz case. Neurotic bitch. Crazy shithead.

[makes the universal sound for coo coo, coo coo]

[karlsefni]

I'm not completely stupid, I just don't know. . . . [hesitates, what's the word?] modern, modern things. I know games, and playing for sport.

[karlsefni]

Yeah, okay. [??????? he has no idea what those words mean but he gets the picture.]

[badbreak]

Okay cool. Wanna play for sport sometime? It's a modern game or whatever but it ain't hard, it's like any other sport. Hit this, run, kick this, catch this, run. Y'know, the usual.

[badbreak]

Alright.

-- Oh, if we do this right, we get a bunch'a free food an' a regain thing. I already promised mine to Fukawa -- the spazoid -- but don't give yours away, alright? Somebody asks ya, tell 'em ta get fucked.

[karlsefni]

"Regain thing"?

Like hell I'm giving away free food.

[karlsefni]

[yeah you say it's like any other sport but we have no idea what the fucking vikings played]

What for?

[badbreak]

Uhm.

[how to explain this]

Sometimes when we do tasks an' stuff, we get shit back. From like... home. Abilities or things or whatever.

[badbreak]

Because it's fun an' this place is fucking ass boring an' I got some free time on Sundays, the hell else for?

[karlsefni]

. . . I haven't lost any abilities.

[he says, while looking down at his hand and flexing the muscles. had he?? no, he felt fine..]

[karlsefni]

The last time you asked me to go with you to do something, the crazy shithead [look, he's learning] tried stabbing me.

Fine.

[badbreak]

What about important stuff? Weapons or... I dunno, whatever's important.