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[blastiafreak]

Ugh! This awful--this noise--

--all day, everywhere--just hammering!

Midnight's...almost there, but--can't get rid of this--h-hammer--

I swear, if midnight doesn't...doesn't come fast enough, I'll--I'm going to hammer it! OUT OF MY HEAD!

[Rita's brain slug does not enjoy this attack, City! It's spazzing out and is seriously contemplating that hammer to the head. Though whether that last shout was really the slug or Rita herself, well...who knows? :)]

[ooc: And probably actually going to bed soon, so late replies.]

Comments

[blastiafreak]

[These vuvuzelas. She's gonna give herself away to everybody at this rate.]

You might as well be for all the usefulness you've got.

[notflynn.livejournal.com]

Thanks, Rita. You're always a charmer.

[blastiafreak]

I'm serious, you know.

...All this time, and you still haven't found Flynn. What the hell kind of pathetic strategy are you using?

[notflynn.livejournal.com]

...Rita.

[Dangerous territory.]

[blastiafreak]

You know it just as well. You're a total failure!

[Slug does not take notice.]

[notflynn.livejournal.com]

[Hmm. She's being way bitchier than normal. Gonna scope her out some more]

This noise has got you seriously in a bad mood, doesn't it.

[blastiafreak]

What was your first clue? Anyone would be in a bad mood hearing this all day unless they're completely braindead.

[notflynn.livejournal.com]

Right, right. Always a pleasure to have you around, Rita.

[blastiafreak]

Yeah, like that's sincere. Do you have to be so annoying?

[notflynn.livejournal.com]

Only for you.

[blastiafreak]

Well, shut it!