TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT

[zubats]

texts from last night

you know the drill.

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[larker]

Uh nope. Still only seeing four.

[breakmyself]

Ok, no more Everclear EVER.

[larker]

what? That is against my human rights. Well more just my rights but still.

[breakmyself]

Yeah? Well, I sure didn't sign up for babysitting. Didn't they cover counting to five on Sesame Street?

[larker]

You try drinking that much and counting to five. And Sesame Street is trashy, I don't watch that crap. [Not when Dr. Sexy MD is now on dvd, full boxset. That's a prized possession and a half.]

[breakmyself]

You know I won't.

[ She's pretty sure if she drank that much she'd need her stomach pumped if she didn't die first. ]

If I see that Tuesday again it'll be too soon.

[larker]

Then you don't have a leg to stand on, missy.

What was that? You wanted it included in next week's Tuesday run? ;)

[breakmyself]

[ Oh. OOPS. ]

That was a mistake.

[larker]

[Too late.]

Hells no, all I heard was "plz include Sesame Street, I love love love Big Bird," in that text. Who am I to deny that?

[breakmyself]

[ FML. ]

You really need to find a new hobby, you know that?

[larker]

Why would I? This one is way too much fun to just ditch.

Can't just up and leave my fav humans all alone now can I?

[breakmyself]

No, I really think you can. You shouldn't stop yourself.

[ It'd be so simple. So wonderfully simple... ]

[larker]

I think I need an intervention before I even get close to giving you two yahoos up.

Don't worry, I'll even throw Dr. Sexy in there next week, just for you two. Or me, not sure yet. :)

[breakmyself]

This is pretty much ALL for you.

[ God, are you there? It's me, Sam Winchester. Please make it stop. ]

[larker]

Lies and slander. You wound me, Winchester. Utterly wound me. EVERYONE loves Dr. Sexy.

["You've reached the God Hotline. If Lucifer is causing the apocalypse, please press 1. For Michael smiting hillbillies, press 2. If Gabriel is caught in the La Brea Tar Pits again, press 3....."]

[breakmyself]

You know, with all the reruns I'm almost starting to prefer the game show.

[ 0. Connect me to an operator. ]

[larker]

Now you're just confused, there's no way anything could be preferred over Dr. Sexy. Oh wait, wrong Winchester. Look, it's either the tv or the mystery spot. Your choice, Sammy.

["All our agents are busy at the moment. Please hold, your call is important to us. You are #876,728,973 in the queue. Estimated wait time is currently: four. thousand. years.]

[breakmyself]

On second thought, maybe you do need more Everclear.

[ Maybe then he'll be too drunk to do anything. ]

[larker]

That took way longer than it should have. Care to join us?

[breakmyself]

Are you actually giving me the option?

[larker]

Apparently there's some crap out there about free will. Which is either you having a choice, or stupid slang for a ridiculous whale film.

[breakmyself]

[ How are you real. ]

I'm going to bet on me going might spare me from future hazing.

[larker]

[By being awesome apparently.]

Let's make a deal. You turn up and I'll even order the pizza. Lucky for you I'm not a demon, so that doesn't require a smooch. Unless you want to then I'm down with that.

[Pizza is a trap; the place does dessert pizzas. Be wary.]

[breakmyself]

[ The jury's still out on that one. ]

Just pizza, thanks.

[ To be fair, everything with Gabriel is a trap. She's just trying to pick the lesser of...many evils. If that's at all possible. ]

[larker]

Could have called that, oddly enough I'm not a betting man. Being. Whatever. Oh and bring Dr. Sexy's second biggest fan with you too, if you want.

[True story. He obviously only got a cellphone just to harass the Winchesters even more. Hard to wind them up when he's got someone in a lake with his foot on their head.]