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[postits]

I Died In My Canon:
a support group and social club for those who should by all means be dead, but are stuck here instead.

I'll be leading the meetings. Every other Wednesday at the waffle house. Come for the food, stay for the talk of mortal wounds that should have killed you. And the food.

Have to do something with my time and help keep you kids in line. Grim reapers just aren't as useful in Babylon as one would imagine.

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[ex_wells219]

Very astute, jerkface.

[magicbone]

ignroing you

[ex_wells219]

You just asked if I could come to a club for dead people ok!!

[postits]

For the love of fuck, kids. Move your spats elsewhere.

[ex_wells219]

Like everyone doesn't read them anyway..

[postits]

I wish I haven't wasted as many hours of my un-life as I have reading your drivel, Mr. Wells, but I have. As oddly compelling as it is, I'd like to maintain my neutral stance on you kids and your wacky hijinks. Now get out.

[ex_wells219]

Getting!

[postits]

Take your asshole friends with you.

[ex_wells219]

...Um have you been reading the right drivel, Mr. Sofer? 'Cause I'm not really gonna be able to do that.

[postits]

I've noticed when they fight, it's usually about or around you.

You have the power, annoying as you may be. Use it. Now, preferably.

[ex_wells219]

Uhhh undead people, sorry.