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[amateurtimelord]

lame
how could those nubby horns be sharp enough
dude has the nubbiest nubby horns
dont think rose died and she got gored by tzs
and lets not get into kanayas horns and the mayor
how the hell did the mayor make it and i died
not even a heroic death
just landed on a pair of the nubbiest horns in paradox space
couldnt be a just death either
unless paradox space is using my life in exchange for everyone elses
so when do i wake up?

[for anyone that happens to walk by Dave's room, he'll be muttering this all to himself as he types it]

Comments

[storesbooks]

I don't know, [he says, suddenly dry and almost faintly snarky.] I must say that my track record with those that wear sunglasses would suggest that you are.

[amateurtimelord]

Striders always wear shades. It's just a thing we do.

[storesbooks]

It was much less a comment on you then it was on a dear friend of mine. He insists on wearing them.

[amateurtimelord]

Shades are cool, I bet your friend is cooler than you, old man. [such a brat, remember he is only 16]

[storesbooks]

[A sniff.] I presume that he is. He prides himself on being 'cool'.

There's a Bentley and everything. [He sounds faintly disapproving.]

[amateurtimelord]

Dude drives a Bentley? [he laughs] That's only cool for old people and the Brits. Guess if he's your friend he must fit in to both.

[storesbooks]

He is... er, demonstrably British, but I assure you that although we are the same technical age he looks much more hip than I do.

[Yes, he just used the word 'hip' seriously.]

[amateurtimelord]

Hip? [Dave is judging you from behind his shades] Hip is ancient history, dude.