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]

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]