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[exercisethemind]

This place reminds me of something Dietrich would have thrown together. Or Sasha. The decoration has their stench all over it.

Maybe they are dead, too. One can only hope.

[A bit of a pause.]

What is this place? If this is Hell, I think the men at the church were greatly mistaken. Where is the hellfire and brimstone? It would add something nice.

I hope you have my pills here...

[[ooc: So, his paranoid brain totally thinks that this is some kind of trick and doesn't want to seem like he's fazed by it. He's just playing around with what was given to him, trying to figure it all out.]]

Comments

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

They usually aren't.

[whattasteisthis.livejournal.com]

But you will come to know me as your master. They all do.

sup, Cobra Commander is on a ton of drugs right now

[requiresssacrifice]

[There's just. CACKLING.]

Like who?

[Oh and his kinda sounds different, like, raspy but not mechanical 'cause HIS LUNGS ARE HEALING NOW]

Hay stoppit brooooo.

[whattasteisthis.livejournal.com]

Like you for example.

Now boys, boys.....

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

Seems your minions do not take kindly to you.

Cobra started it.

[whattasteisthis.livejournal.com]

As I said, I am not a kind leader.

Don't make me turn this car around!

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

You're a bad liar.

But but but but. Diiiisneyworld. :C

[whattasteisthis.livejournal.com]

And you're a bad man who is here to pay for his sins.

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

My sins? What do you know of my sins?

[whattasteisthis.livejournal.com]

I know all about your sins.

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

Let's hear them, then.

[whattasteisthis.livejournal.com]

If you want them exposed, I would be happy to.

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

Go ahead. It's not like they're a secret.

[whattasteisthis.livejournal.com]

Oh they aren't?

HE TAKES OFFENSE

[requiresssacrifice]

I'm not his minion; I have my own ARMY!

This is how Pollux makes friends

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

Well good for you.

[requiresssacrifice]

Nope.

[whattasteisthis.livejournal.com]

I think you should rest now.

I've decided that drugs just make him more belligerent, but less logical

[requiresssacrifice]

What you think you know about proper recuperation from invasive surgery issss... NOT anything I'd be interested in hearing, because you're from... the past, and I HAVE A DOCTORATE!

Well shit, son! Degrees are serious business!

[whattasteisthis.livejournal.com]

But I am much older than you will ever be. You would be wise to listen.

THE MOST SERIOUS OF ALL BUSINESSES

[requiresssacrifice]

[WHATEVS, OLD MAN. He just does his drugged out supervillain cackle again.]

I wasted most of my life listening to my elders. It was only when I struck out on my own that I achieved ANY real success. [For about two minutes, before his submarine sank. SHH.] So spare me the unsolicited advice, Zartan!

[Pause]

Armand. I meant to say Armand.

LMAO. That shit is bananas. B-A-N-A-N-A-S.

[whattasteisthis.livejournal.com]

[Only a slight pause before, coyly:] Oh of course.

Of course.

[requiresssacrifice]

IGNORE THAT! [GRUMBLE GRUMBLE] Stupid drugs...

[whattasteisthis.livejournal.com]

Your secret is safe with me.

[Nope, he's a liar.]

You should rest.

[requiresssacrifice]

It's not even a secret of any significance. I just don't share ANY information from back home, and that INCLUDES my colleagues' names.

[Oh snap that was sharing]

...

[And he just realized it, too]

I'm going to... turn this off now. And NOT because you suggested it. So don't even THINK--

[WHOOPS, his hand slipped and cut him off early.]