011 (Voice)

[uberboned]

[I'm going to assume Gabe's disco is gone, thanks to Az. Or Dean got bored and made it go away. Or Gabe is actually recording this from a maintenance hallway where he has taken up residence to live forever as a hobo. Whatever.]

I don't wanna be the guy pulling the divine retribution card here, but I wasn't here for the whole "Davros situation" and all I know is that he's some crazy guy in a wheelchair who... Likes genocide or something. This is all hearsay. Whatever. Don't actually care for the gory details. All I know is that half of everyone's afraid of him, the other half thinks that half is stupid, and a good portion of people here just wanna kick over the little son of a bitch's wheelchair. And he's a dick.

But, uh, guys? You have two, count 'em- two angels on this boat, on top of whatever else is lurking, so what's the big deal? If he tries anything shifty until some poor sap gets shackled to him, we got it covered. Ain't nothing we can't handle. Really. I promise. Return to your lives as normal, citizens.

[Private to Irene.]

Don't poke the crazy guy in the wheelchair. Or I'll find you. And you'll hate it.

Comments

[fireworkbubbles.livejournal.com]

Sooo... what's a girl gotta do to get some of your stash? C'mon, work with me here, Gabriel, no McBurgers and a limited supply of gum. I have needs too, ya know?

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

I'll keep you posted, Jubes. Although, if you ever swing by level seven, look me up. Might be able to help you out.

[fireworkbubbles.livejournal.com]

I guess I'll have to just do that sometime. Ya know, you're a pretty cool guy, Gabe.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

I know. It's a curse. But right back atcha, kiddo.