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

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.

Voice; GRUMPY ARCHANGEL IS GRUMPY. :|

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Wow. You're just a bundle of insight, aren'tcha? You hear that sound? That's a rainbow appearing over my head, tellin' me knowing is half the battle.

Voice;

[blackhanded.livejournal.com]

Smart, aren't you?

Voice;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Regular genius, asshole.