storesbooks: ("Probably a faggot.")
[personal profile] storesbooks
[There's an extremely British, slightly overweight, beaming middle-aged man with a tartan scarf staring into the camera.]

I've finally gotten this working, [he says, self-satisfied.] These contraptions are quite tricky, aren't they?

Well. I must say it's been somewhat slow here, even for me. Would anyone care to join me for a cup of tea and feeding the ducks?

[There's a short pause. Don't ask where the ducks will come from. He'll handwave them up.]

--Dear me, I've entirely forgotten to introduce myself. My name is Aziraphale. I suppose there's no use trying to hide it anymore; I'm an angel. It's lovely to meet you.
amateurtimelord: <user name="icontroller" site=livejournal.com> (she gives me agony)
[personal profile] 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]
crabkind: (and the damned)
[personal profile] crabkind

WOW. THIS IS HILARIOUS. I AM LITERALLY SITTING HERE AND LAUGHING MY ASS OFF OR ROLLING ON THE FLOOR OR DOING WHATEVER SHITTY THINGS YOU PINK-FLESHED ALIENS DO WHEN SOMETHING FUNNY HAPPENS.
ACTUALLY, WAIT. NOTHING FUNNY HAS HAPPENED. SO I'M NOT REALLY LAUGHING AT ALL. IN FACT, I WANT TO KNOW WHY THE FUCK I'M ON A SHIP BEING TOLD THAT I'M DEAD. I DON'T REMEMBER DYING. OBVIOUSLY, IT HAPPENED. I GUESS I'M NOT SURPRISED. IT'S JUST ANOTHER THING I HAPPENED TO FUCK UP ON.
OKAY, SO I'M DEAD. SO WHAT HAPPENS NOW.
AM I *REALLY* SUPPOSED TO TRY AND MEND MY WAYS. ARE YOU SHITTING ME. I'M LAUGHING AGAIN, ONLY THIS TIME, AT YOUR PROFOUNDLY RIDICULOUS IDEA THAT BETTERING MYSELF WILL ALLOW ME TO BE RAISED FROM THE DEAD AGAIN. WOW. WHOSE IDEA WAS THIS. HOW DID YOU COME UP WITH SUCH A PERFECT WAY TO SUCKER DEAD LOSERS INTO TAKING CARE OF YOUR GHOST SHIP. I THINK WE'VE FOUND THE WINNER OF THIS YEAR'S BIGGEST VOMIT-INDUCING SACK OF NOOK EXCREMENT AWARD!
IF ANYONE NEEDS ME, AND I'M PRETTY SURE THEY WON'T, I'M GOING TO SIT IN THIS ROOM AND CONTEMPLATE THE FUCKING AFTERLIFE AND WONDER HOW I ROYALLY SCREWED EVERYTHING UP. THANKS.

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