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[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.

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

It's justified arrogance.

[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

Oh yes. Because you are an angel.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Actually, it's because I'm the guy who leveled Sodom and Gomorrah with one hand tied behind his back, but being an angel helps.

Incidentally, I still kinda hate myself for following that order. Missed a lot of good potential with that one.

[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

Yes, yes. Poor, pitiful you.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[He is so not listening to you, Iago.]

Then again, I think I broke even when they built Vegas...

[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

[Iago does this to people, too...so he is TOTALLY ANNOYED BY IT]

Angel.

You are veering into territory that means nothing to me.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[O RLY, IAGO?]

What? Did you say something?

[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

Say? No. Of course not. Continue your rambling.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Not that you probably know what Vegas is...

[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

No. No I do not.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Your loss, pal. Your loss.

[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

Why?

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Because it's a magical land full of wonder.

[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

I do not believe you.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Why would I lie about Vegas? Look. You remember those casinos in Kissing Town? It's like that, only with fewer hearts, more dazzle, and a lot more ladies in feather tiaras.

[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

That sounds terrible.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Why? It's gambling, and sex, and booze. All the time. What part of that's terrible to you?

[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

It seems just...too much. I can gamble, have sex and drink almost anywhere I want.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but in Vegas, you can do things so ridiculous and humiliating that you won't even be able to look yourself in the mirror in the morning, and then when you leave, no one talks about 'em ever again. Like magic.

[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

I cannot say I am impressed.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Then you're a hard mean to please and I feel for you. Really and truly.

[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

You would be the first.