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[rocket_man26]

[After this conversation, the already irate pilot is understating the phrase 'a little worse for wear'. The kids however are lucky that his outburst is automatically censored after fixing a small voice-recognition device to the receiver itself.]

BULLSHIT! @#$%ING ASS-load of PISSWATER! Of all the goddamn accusations! @#$%@%$#!!

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OH HELL no you won't you little metal CROTCHDROPPING! C'mere!

[The sound of the commlink being picked up is quickly blasted out by the loud crash of it hitting a nearby wall and a high-pitched beeeeeeeeeep signaling it's radio death.]

...

[The audio clicks back on, the man's ragged rustic and obviously war-torn voice on the other end is significantly more placated than before.]


Yo, anyone on the Construction Team wanna give Cid Highwind a holler? After that undead crap I'm ready to get back on'a roll. Thing is I can't go fix what I don't know needs fix'n, you hear?

Comments

[lovelyscientist.livejournal.com]

Are you sure? I can get Vincent if you're not comfortable talking to me. It's no trouble.

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[rocket-man26.livejournal.com]

I shouldn't even be reply'n to you! He's probly take'n target practice on a dummy with MY PICTURE ON IT RIGHT @#$%'N NOW!

[rocket-man26.livejournal.com]

Yea, yea, it's cool. Think I'm gonna head out for'a bit. Fresh air'll do me some good stab'n some shitbeast won't do a whole'lot 'cept cool me off, but least I could bring home some grub.

You take care'a yourself tonight, ya hear? Don't know for sure if all them walk'n freaks are still up an' about.

[lovelyscientist.livejournal.com]

I will, but are you sure you'll be alright? Please be careful.