Those guys are either gonna dust you or use you as bait.

[Contrary to what the title of this entry says, Gabriel's not gonna be singing that song because I still have PSTD from the last time I wrote a song parody. He is, however, on camera, and golf clapping at the whole Barge and grinning like a maniac. He finds you all so very entertaining.]

Bravo, gang. Bravo.

[ADDITIONAL SPAM FOR MURPHY]

[Knock, knock, Murphy. :|

He gave you some time after the whole Armand incident, now it's time to pay the piper... The piper being Gabriel and paying being.. Tolerating his existence.

Hopefully, there won't be any singing. There will be.]

[[OOC: Gabriel's affected, but he hasn't really gotten the ~movement~ to sing yet... Except in that thread with Howie, but I haven't written that tag yet because I put way too much thought into song choices. orz. MAKE HIM SING, BARGE. ]]

Day Two of No-Really-I-Died-That-Time-And-It-Sucked Death Toll. Still sucks.

Note to self: Find a constructive hobby. One that doesn't involve getting lit on fire.

[Warden Filter]

Someone needs to check Bela Talbot's room. She had to have broken into my stash to get the holy oil, so if she's still got some, I wanna know about it. And I want it gone.

( Bonus spam for Max )

[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.