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.]

Comments

she's a uh...sex-slave journalist. yeaaaaaah.

[vanessa19white.livejournal.com]

The Prime Minister, came in after Tony Blair. Though, with this election being as complicated as it has been, well...I don't really know, it's pretty much in the hands of the liberal democrats at this point in time.

[fuckitybye]

You're the second person to mention this twat Blair.

Fuck.

Tell me you're from some fucking world where a hitman took out the president of Russia or some shit, yeah?

[vanessa19white.livejournal.com]

Uhm...no. I'm not. I'm from 2010, London, England.

1/2

[fuckitybye]

...

FUCK.

2/2

[fuckitybye]

Thanks, love, you've been very fucking helpful.

I'm gonna have a fucking lie-down. Jesus fucking CHRIST.

[vanessa19white.livejournal.com]

God, you're voice is really familiar. Like a talkshow host or some guy I've seen on TV...uhm...hold on...say "fuck" again. Like three times in a row.

[fuckitybye]

...what the fucking fuck for?

[vanessa19white.livejournal.com]

You're Malcolm Fucking Tucker!

[fuckitybye]

Look, sweetheart, I know my own fucking name—

How the fuck do you know it?

[vanessa19white.livejournal.com]

You're on the telly! You've been on there a good while, too, now that I think about it. Peter Capaldi! Yeah, you've been on that Torchwood show before, too.

[fuckitybye]

...

Fucking buggering hell.

[vanessa19white.livejournal.com]

Fucking buggering hell what?

[fuckitybye]

I got a lot of shit to get my head around, love.

[vanessa19white.livejournal.com]

You should go get laid—it always helps me, that.

[fuckitybye]

Yeah, thanks, love—not an option right now.

[vanessa19white.livejournal.com]

Too bad I'm not there. Er, here. There? I'm always willing to help out a man in need.

[fuckitybye]

...

Notwithstanding the fucking fact you can't get through this laptop, trust me, not a good idea.

[vanessa19white.livejournal.com]

Oh, but you're Peter Calpadi, and Peter Calpadi is hot.

And Malcolm gets up and walks away for that lie-down.

[fuckitybye]

 

[Private]

[doeswhatido.livejournal.com]

Why don't you say that a little louder, Malcolm.

[Private] - sorry. >.<

[fuckitybye]

Oh fuck off, 47, or I'll use your fucking name next time.

[Private] - for what? XD it's okay!

[doeswhatido.livejournal.com]

Is it really all that bad, being fictional?

[Private]

[fuckitybye]

Did you not hear the "fuck off" bit?

[Private]

[doeswhatido.livejournal.com]

Keep your mouth shut about it and I will.

[[He knows he's from a video game. Don't take it so hard. 8(]]

[Private]

[fuckitybye]

Yeah, fucking fair enough.

[Sod you, 47, he's still trying to cope.]