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Hey Elliot —

I agree with the crack!you. Get your lazy white ass downstairs and shoot some damn zombies. At least do it for me, since I can't.

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Fin?

'Sup, Olivia?

Not much, really.

When did you get here, anyway?

Coupla' weeks ago I guess.

She's debating puttin' me in Paradisa, but I dunno if I wanna be around all those punks.

Can't say I blame you, there.

So I hear you don't remember Elliot.

How in the hell do you forget someone like that? That'd be like me forgetting Munch. It just ain't possible.

That's the story, apparently.

They say it's Paradisa's fault. It ate my memory or something. But isn't it strange how it's just my knowledge and memories of him? I still remember you and everyone else just fine.

That's messed up.

Kinda funny though, that'd you'd remember us and forget your best friend. He must've felt pretty damn small when he found that out.

Yeah. He didn't seem happy about it at all.

Yeah well, he ain't ever happy about anything.

I'm happy about some things.

*cough*

What?

Nothing.

I thought you were my friend.

I am.

See, what I meant was that going out drinking makes you happy.

It makes me nervous, now. I don't think I'll ever drink again, now that I know the reason why certain people want me to.

Get out of here, punk.

Get bent.

... Better yet? Get laid. Could work out some of your damn problems.

What problems?

Your brooding problem.

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bad-temper.livejournal.com - 2007-04-09 08:28 (UTC) - Expand

NICE.

Thanks. ;D

We all know who he wants to get laid by, too.

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thats-messed-up.livejournal.com - 2007-04-09 08:30 (UTC) - Expand

Yeah, right. I must be thinkin' about some other brooding ass.

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