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[fuckitybye]

[Filtered to the infirmary staff + Claire, Paddy, Rube, Parker (i.e. the people he sort of almost trusts).]

Is there anything at all in the fucking infirmary for a migraine? I feel like sodding Riverdance is stamping and kicking its Hibernian way through my fucking skull.

[OOC: What's this about? Well, perhaps the current general election in the UK (and the corresponding one in his native canon, which will no doubt be closely based on the one in the real world) is sending some kind of psychic fallout across the multiverse, and it's giving Malcolm a big headache. Unless a current copy of the Guardian somehow appears in the library, there's no way he can know about either the real election or the TTOI one, but it seemed only fitting that he react somehow. Infirmary staff, feel free to use this to bully Malcolm into coming in for a checkup.]

Comments

Re: Filter.

[fuckitybye]

Thank fucking god; I thought you'd gone mental down in zero.

Re: Filter.

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

...Riverdance is a sign of mental?

I really do fucking like it.

Re: Filter.

[fuckitybye]

Fuck, you really are serious.

Well, de fucking gustibus and all that. I'd never have pegged you for it.

Re: Filter.

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

The accent ain't a clue enough?

Don't fucking mention it outside...

OH FUCK THIS WASN'T PRIVATE.

Filter.

[yourunichase]

Nope it fucking wasn't.

Riverdance, huh?

Filter.

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

Oh, fuck you, Parker. Fuck you.

It really does help me focus.

How many drinks will it take to shut you up?

Filter.

[yourunichase]

Probably more than it will take you to get up and start fucking singing us some of those wonderful Riverdance tunes.

Re: Filter.

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

Want to put a fucking bet on that, Parker?

Filter.

[yourunichase]

Why the fuck not?

Re: Filter.

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

You're fucking on. Get the drinks in and we'll get going.

...when I get out of here.

Private.

[yourunichase]

So what the fuck did you do this time?

Re: Private.

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

Gave Shinzon three levels of hell?

Private.

[yourunichase]

You son of a bitch. You went after him without me again?

Re: Private.

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

Chance came up and I had to jump on it. Didn't mean to miss you out, Parker.

Private.

[yourunichase]

Right. So. Terms of our fucking bet, Paddy?

Private.

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

I dunno. Whoever loses has to do all the cleaning in the kitchen for a week?

Private.

[yourunichase]

Too easy. The loser has to do all the cleaning in the kitchen for the week, and the winner's laundry.

Re: Private.

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

So now I have to play with your knickers?

...You're on.

Private.

[yourunichase]

If you wanted to fucking play with my knickers, you can just admit I'm gonna win and I'll deliver a basket of laundry.

Re: Private.

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but half the fun's in the trying - and I'm gonna do something to deserve those fucking knickers. Even if it's trying and failing to win our bet.

Filter.

[fuckitybye]

Hey, Parker, I got an idea.

Oi, Rube? Think we can get a CD player or an iPod in the kitchen? Might help Paddy on the fucking job, yeah?

Re: Filter.

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

FUCK OFF.

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[yourunichase]

I think it would help. Maybe make it so that his knife skills actually fucking increase.

Re: Filter.

[fuckitybye]

I reckon a jig's the perfect fucking onion-chopping rhythm, yeah?

Filter.

[yourunichase]

I think that sounds about right.