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[fuckitybye]

[Malc needed someone to terrorise and so he went off in search of Columbus, only to discover he's nowhere to be found.]

So has Christopher Robin fucked back off to the fucking Hundred Acre Wood, then?

Not even two months and one fucking warden already gone. This is better than my first two months in Whitehall.

Comments

[Private]

[fuckitybye]

Oh, you know the usual fucking speed-dating stuff. Where you from, what you do for a fucking living, all that.

[Private]

[talldarksaviour.livejournal.com]

Virginia, small town, very boring. And as for what I do, or did... anything I liked. I lived off the fruits of my family's labours.

[Private]

[fuckitybye]

And what "labours" were those, then?

[Private]

[talldarksaviour.livejournal.com]

Buying, selling... selling, buying.

It's not like I ever took an interest.

[Private]

[fuckitybye]

Sounds a lot fucking like what they call "import-export" in some parts.

What'd you do to get yourself fucked off to here?

[Private]

[talldarksaviour.livejournal.com]

Pissed off the wrong people apparently.

Who knows, this place has no actual rules far as I can see, and the Admiral's mad as a hatter.

What did you do?

Re: [Private]

[fuckitybye]

God's a fucking Tory, I reckon. Or the Admiral. Or both of the twats.

[Private]

[talldarksaviour.livejournal.com]

I'll take your word for it.