SC: Hey, long time, how are you?
W: Good good, listen we need to talk...
SC: uh huh...
W: Says here on the form that your band needs a 'bucket' of shrimp... Look I know all about protein diets and I completely respect your wish, but shrimp are very expensive.
SC: I know, but we've been here a long-
W: Remember Live? Live was here for fourteen years! All they ever asked for was bread and garlic hummus. Why can't you ask for garlic hummus?
SC: garlic... kinda seeps through my pores...
W: What?
SC: It STANKS!~ Garlic STANKS!
W: well now!
SC: I'm Gonna fuckin' kill you with some garlic! I'll force feed you cloves while i do a wicked solo, just you fucking watch!
W: *gasps and recoils with a snapping tail* <voice: snarling ripping wretch> you wouldn't dare spth spth!
SC: Hey you
W: Me?
SC: No the other character involved, yes you you dumb slut.
W: *combs her long draconic hair* Yes?
SC: Go fuck Madoff's neglected septic tank.
W: .. ?
SC: ya
W: and that's...
SC: That's the end. That's the punchline. Fuck you.
W: This is slander!
SC: This is fiction. You're a decayed snapper. Now shnap shnap your rotten self to some broken fetid urth.
W: Urth?
SC: Urth!
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Originally Posted by Savage Clone
Talking with Windy before playing a show with Windy and Carl. Total sweetheart.
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