010 (Voice)

[uberboned]

[There's a long pause before Gabe actually speaks, because he wants everyone to hear the DULCET STRAINS OF 70'S DISCO BLARING FROM SOMEWHERE IN HIS ROOM. When he speaks over it, he kinda has the tone of a man at the end of his rope. Pay attention, children. This doesn't happen often.]

Someone on this boat  thinks they're a comedian and it's not me.

Dean, do I need to kill you 500 more times?

[NO, DEAN. HE DOESN'T KNOW IT WAS YOU, BUT WHO ELSE WOULD STICK SOMETHING WITH LYRICS LIKE "BURN, BABY, BURN" IN HIS ROOM. :|]

Comments

Gabby's at the end of his rope. IT'S ALL A BIG JOKE NOW. HAHAHAKILLMEPLZ.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Hi, Rubes! Be glad you missed the seventies!

SHE WOULD IF SHE COULD.

[yousethimfree.livejournal.com]

Do ya want me to kill him for you?

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

I can't prove it was Dean unless I pounce him in the halls or something and my ears bleeding ain't worth you getting shoved into zero. Plus, you being currently Wardenless, I'm practically a surrogate Warden for you and I can't... Condone that...

I can't say this with a straight face.

[yousethimfree.livejournal.com]

[Laughing over here, Gabby.]

[tartaned.livejournal.com]

Did she? How altruistic of her.

I can see how that'd endear her to you, certainly.

[always-thewoman.livejournal.com]

What is that infernal racket?

I feel like my eardrums are beings scraped out of my head.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Congratulations. Welcome to the 70's.

[always-thewoman.livejournal.com]

I lived through the 70s, and I guarantee that there was nothing of that sort involved.