018 - All right, he has to ask.

[fuckitybye]

Okay, any of you fucking party-crashers know who won the 2010 general election in the UK?

[OOC: Feel free to fourth-wall the crap out of him. He's overdue for figuring out that Tom Davis is the fictional inhabitant of Downing Street, not Gordon Brown or Blair.]

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[fuckitybye]

Well then, you can safely fucking ignore my question then, yeah?

[givemeafight.livejournal.com]

It's just a ridiculous question. Besides, if it was 2008 then how the hell would anybody know who won?

[fuckitybye]

Look, son, maybe it's 2008 wherever the fuck you are, but not where I'm from and not where a bunch of the rest of these fucking nonces are from either, yeah? And if that's too big a concept for your wee fucking head, go sit down with some fucking Doctor Who or Tomorrow People for a bit.

[givemeafight.livejournal.com]

...

You're kidding me. I thought shit like that was just fictional.

[fuckitybye]

Yeah, so did I until I ended up on fucking Red Dwarf with half of BBC One and Two.

[givemeafight.livejournal.com]

Jesus Christ. If Rimmer's here, I'll probably kill myself.

[fuckitybye]

I wouldn't fucking rule it out, son.

[givemeafight.livejournal.com]

I'm nobody's 'son'.

Anyway, who are you? Maybe if I'm lucky I wouldn't have heard of you.

[fuckitybye]

Malcolm Tucker. Director—former Director of Communications to the Prime Minister of the UK.

[givemeafight.livejournal.com]

[YOUR VOICE SOUNDS VEEEERY FAMILIAR.]

Emil Blonsky. Captain in the British Marines.

[fuckitybye]

Oh aye? Pleasure, I'm sure.

[givemeafight.livejournal.com]

Likewise.