024 - snakey spam

[fuckitybye]

[Malcolm was en route from the men's bathroom to his room when the flood hit. Now there's a really grumpy (handsomely salt-and-pepper patterned) common European adder (Vipera berus) slithering along the halls. To humans it will sound like he's hissing a lot, but any animals will hear a first-class Malciavellian stream of profanities. Open spam; harass him at will! His eventual destination is the kitchen. Also, I know I owe scheming tags to a bunch of folks; sorry for my fail! I will get to them as soon as I can, promise.]

Comments

[Spam]

[tangentdarko.livejournal.com]

[Hairballs are extra delicious and nutritious, not that Donnie would tell you that.

'hjow doi i stpop iot/'.]

[Spam]

[fuckitybye]

Stop it? Sorry, son. You just got to fucking wait it out.

[Spam]

[tangentdarko.livejournal.com]

[Oh! Oh, that might have been a frown right there!.... But it's impossible to tell.

'ok thganksa'.]

[Spam]

[fuckitybye]

No problem, son. Try not to get eaten, yeah? Some big fucking predators walking around.

[Spam]

[tangentdarko.livejournal.com]

[Donnie makes a ruffle sort of movement that might have been something like a nod, then rolls back over his Barge!phone to make it disappear into his fur again. Then he's on his way down the hall.]