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[repent]

Okay so the wonder twins are occupied doing each other's hair, and I'm pretty damn bored. So uh, there's this game we used to play in the joint. You list three people - celebrities, fictional characters, whoever - and people write which one they'd fuck, which one they'd marry and which one they'd kill, or just relist the names in that order, whatever. I figure if there's anyone else out there who doesn't sleep they can start me off.

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[notwalking]

Uh huh.

People from your world: Buffy, Faith, Mears.

[ex_wells219]

How come I don't get to ask you any?

[notwalking]

You're not quick enough. Go for it, though, I like this game.

[ex_wells219]

Knox, Neil, Mr. Keating.

[notwalking]

Huh. Marry Knoxious. That's a given. Neil's dead, so— I'm going to go with alive Neil, alright? Fuck Neil. That leaves killing Keating, not something I'd be proud of, but hey. New Captain and whatnot.

[ex_wells219]

You know, you kind of have a lot of issues yourself.

[notwalking]

Yeah? I mean, clearly you know. You've seen my movie. Enlighten me, o wise one.

[ex_wells219]

No, that's okay. I'm just saying.

[notwalking]

Right. I'm sure you are.

You never answered mine.

[ex_wells219]

I'm not going to!

[notwalking]

You made me say I'd fuck my dead best friend. Not fair.

[ex_wells219]

BuffyWarrenFaith HYPOTHETICALLY.

[notwalking]

See, that wasn't so bad. Your turn!

[ex_wells219]

I don't want to play with you anymore.

[notwalking]

It was fun while it lasted, Andrew.

[ex_wells219]

I hope you learned whatever you wanted to learn, okay.

[notwalking]

Learn? I was just playing a game.

[ex_wells219]

Some game.

[captnkennit.livejournal.com]

Faith, Warren, Buffy.

[robotsexual.livejournal.com]

You're consistent.

[captnkennit.livejournal.com]

Your point?

[robotsexual.livejournal.com]

I'm not really the domestic type is all.

[captnkennit.livejournal.com]

A marriage of minds, perhaps.