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[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. :|]

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he LIES.

[possemagnet.livejournal.com]

I didn't do it. I don't like that crappy music.

YOUR PANTS. THEY ARE INCENDIARY, MY FRIEND.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Gee, Dean, thanks for the insight into your musical tastes. I'll log that away somewhere safe.

You mean to tell me that you'd never betray your mullet rock heritage just for the sake of getting on my nerves?

WHAT? NU-UH. I don't see any telephone wires either.

[possemagnet.livejournal.com]

Nope. I'd never betray my 'mullet rock heritage.'

But... you did have that coming to you.

LINEFACE, DEAN. LINEFACE.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Really? 'Cause I thought after the cornering me in holy fire fiasco, we were pretty much square, kid.

MUAHAH.

[possemagnet.livejournal.com]

What? Is Gabwiel upset over a wittle music?

Voice;

[blackhanded.livejournal.com]

Awful.

Voice;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Gee. No kiddin'. Got anything constructive to add, Captain Obvious?

Voice;

[blackhanded.livejournal.com]

Nothing other than that you should keep that foulness to yourself the next time around.

Voice;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Hey, someone's setting me up here, pal. I don't play disco over the airwaves for the heck of it.

Voice;

[blackhanded.livejournal.com]

I am sure the perpetrator is trying to strike a nerve in you; try not to be so easily moved.

[tartaned.livejournal.com]

Oh, dear.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[This is the voice of an archangel snarking to hide his URGE TO KILL. WITH BAD TACOS. REMEMBER THE BAD TACOS, DEAN?]

Yep! I'd say that about covers it.

[tartaned.livejournal.com]

[Voice of an eternally optimistic Principality :D;;]

Perhaps you don't have to retaliate... too violently?

FACT: I TYPED DEAN AS DEAD THE FIRST TIME. XD

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Sure thing! Dean only needs one kidney, right?

ROFL

[tartaned.livejournal.com]

Gabriel... He is an inmate now. Leave his faults to his warden.

HO SHIT... first time he's heard disco.

[deathmerciful.livejournal.com]

What is this music?

MUSIC OF A GENERATION, LOUIS.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Disco. Great in moderation. Lethal in large doses.

[yousethimfree.livejournal.com]

...what the hell?

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.]

[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.