002 (Voice, because Gabe likes hearing himself talk)

[uberboned]

[This week is a week for violent altercations and today is a day for filtering posts AWAY from people you don't wanna talk to. In this case, SO VERY FILTERED AWAY FROM PEOPLE NAMED WINCHESTER. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE. AND GABE DOESN'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU.]

So. Barge.

Let's recap. That's... What? Three attacks in as many days? Is that the lull-breaking tradition here on the USS Redemption? Kill each other until the boredom goes away? 

Nice tactic, you psychos. Sorta defeats the purpose of the damn boat, don't it? 

Comments

gdi I want salsa now.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

It's a term of endearment, but if you're gonna uppity, fine. Who am I talking to right now?

Sorry bb. :c

[heavenonthemind.livejournal.com]

My name isn't important.

IT'S OKAY. I FOUND SOME. The fridge is a cave of wonders.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Then I guess you can't really expect me to call you anything else, huh, kiddo?

IS ROBIN WILLIAMS IN THERE? I MEAN. THE GENIE?

[heavenonthemind.livejournal.com]

Judas. Judas Iscariot.

I THINK HE'S HIDING BEHIND THE LEFTOVER PIZZA BOXES. :|

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[And this is where the transmission cuts off, because Gabe has to laugh himself into a coma, brb.

SORRY, JUDAS.]

THAT'S SO RAD. OMG.

[heavenonthemind.livejournal.com]

[You make Judas sadface. All over the place.]