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heheheheh.
A.j. is such a bad influence....
But an amusing one, nonetheless...
Analyssie: Dude, I'm still surprised Cassie's dates haven't been scared off by her mother...
Ajthemediocre: Janet's too assured of her daughter's ability to kick their asses for implied insults.
Ajthemediocre: She has Sam and three scary uncles to teach her dirty street fighting.
Analyssie: True.
Analyssie: Hee.
Ajthemediocre: And Janet to emulate scary looks from.
Ajthemediocre: Cuz dude. Janet's scary.
Analyssie: Yes. Yes she is...
Analyssie: *sniffles*
Ajthemediocre: *sniffs*
Ajthemediocre: She's kicking ass in heaven now.
Ajthemediocre: Or wherever.
Analyssie: Valhalla.
Ajthemediocre: O.O
Analyssie: Janet went to Valhalla. And the gods tremble.
Analyssie: Hrm.
Ajthemediocre: Fuck yeah.
Analyssie: Dude.
Ajthemediocre: Five feet of scary!
Analyssie: I so need to dig up some mythology stuff. Then write Janet's kicking much undead ass.
Ajthemediocre: "I didn't want to die yet and I'm PISSED OFF!"
Analyssie: Godly ass, too.
Analyssie: "Someone will answer for this." "Uh, ma'am?" "You! You're St. Peter?" "Er..." "Get God on the phone. Tell him there is one pissed off physician to talk to him. And if that doesn't work, I'll come kick him!"
Ajthemediocre: "Er..." "You are out of line." "Ohhh, was it you Mr. Big Wingspan? Was it? Get your ass down here right now, because we have some things to discuss." "I do not let my feet touch the-" ::somehow reaches up and grabs ear:: "Did I not make myself plain? Come. Here. Now."
Analyssie: *giggles* Go, Janet!
Ajthemediocre: "Foolish mortal soul!" ::battle aura of the Archangel Michael:: "What did you just call me?" ::battle aura of PISSED OFF REDHEAD::
Ajthemediocre: "Er. You wanted to speak to me?" "I thought so."
Analyssie: heheheheh.
Analyssie: "...Hey, you're not Jean Grey!"
Ajthemediocre: "No, I'm worse. I'm Janet Fraiser. GET ME GOD NOW!"
Ajthemediocre: "Yesma'am."
Analyssie: "Smart boy. I'm sure you'll go far."
Ajthemediocre: ::God's radiant presense:: "Okay, what was the big deal."
Ajthemediocre: ::ineffable glory:: "Yeah, that's not cutting it."
Ajthemediocre: ::shiny happy joy:: "Whatever. And before you say it's 'not allowed', you're God. You make the fucking rules."
Ajthemediocre: ::confused minor dimming:: "Yes, I know what you're projecting. What do you think I am, stupid?"
Ajthemediocre: ::Confused God radiance:: "Of course I understand you! The lot of you are turning out bloody useless. Now. About my new body..."
Ajthemediocre: ::shocked God::
Ajthemediocre: "No, I want bigger feet. I can never find shoes that fit."
Ajthemediocre: ::amused God::
Ajthemediocre: "You try finding size four shoes that have a heel higher than an inch!"
Ajthemediocre: ::shiny radiance returns:: "Yeah, shut up Mr. Size 13's."
Analyssie: *snickers* Bobby Goran and God wear the same size shoe?
Ajthemediocre: I'm reading Bobby smut. It fit.
But an amusing one, nonetheless...
Analyssie: Dude, I'm still surprised Cassie's dates haven't been scared off by her mother...
Ajthemediocre: Janet's too assured of her daughter's ability to kick their asses for implied insults.
Ajthemediocre: She has Sam and three scary uncles to teach her dirty street fighting.
Analyssie: True.
Analyssie: Hee.
Ajthemediocre: And Janet to emulate scary looks from.
Ajthemediocre: Cuz dude. Janet's scary.
Analyssie: Yes. Yes she is...
Analyssie: *sniffles*
Ajthemediocre: *sniffs*
Ajthemediocre: She's kicking ass in heaven now.
Ajthemediocre: Or wherever.
Analyssie: Valhalla.
Ajthemediocre: O.O
Analyssie: Janet went to Valhalla. And the gods tremble.
Analyssie: Hrm.
Ajthemediocre: Fuck yeah.
Analyssie: Dude.
Ajthemediocre: Five feet of scary!
Analyssie: I so need to dig up some mythology stuff. Then write Janet's kicking much undead ass.
Ajthemediocre: "I didn't want to die yet and I'm PISSED OFF!"
Analyssie: Godly ass, too.
Analyssie: "Someone will answer for this." "Uh, ma'am?" "You! You're St. Peter?" "Er..." "Get God on the phone. Tell him there is one pissed off physician to talk to him. And if that doesn't work, I'll come kick him!"
Ajthemediocre: "Er..." "You are out of line." "Ohhh, was it you Mr. Big Wingspan? Was it? Get your ass down here right now, because we have some things to discuss." "I do not let my feet touch the-" ::somehow reaches up and grabs ear:: "Did I not make myself plain? Come. Here. Now."
Analyssie: *giggles* Go, Janet!
Ajthemediocre: "Foolish mortal soul!" ::battle aura of the Archangel Michael:: "What did you just call me?" ::battle aura of PISSED OFF REDHEAD::
Ajthemediocre: "Er. You wanted to speak to me?" "I thought so."
Analyssie: heheheheh.
Analyssie: "...Hey, you're not Jean Grey!"
Ajthemediocre: "No, I'm worse. I'm Janet Fraiser. GET ME GOD NOW!"
Ajthemediocre: "Yesma'am."
Analyssie: "Smart boy. I'm sure you'll go far."
Ajthemediocre: ::God's radiant presense:: "Okay, what was the big deal."
Ajthemediocre: ::ineffable glory:: "Yeah, that's not cutting it."
Ajthemediocre: ::shiny happy joy:: "Whatever. And before you say it's 'not allowed', you're God. You make the fucking rules."
Ajthemediocre: ::confused minor dimming:: "Yes, I know what you're projecting. What do you think I am, stupid?"
Ajthemediocre: ::Confused God radiance:: "Of course I understand you! The lot of you are turning out bloody useless. Now. About my new body..."
Ajthemediocre: ::shocked God::
Ajthemediocre: "No, I want bigger feet. I can never find shoes that fit."
Ajthemediocre: ::amused God::
Ajthemediocre: "You try finding size four shoes that have a heel higher than an inch!"
Ajthemediocre: ::shiny radiance returns:: "Yeah, shut up Mr. Size 13's."
Analyssie: *snickers* Bobby Goran and God wear the same size shoe?
Ajthemediocre: I'm reading Bobby smut. It fit.