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[have_your_lives]

[Well, someone's just found out that Crawford has gone home. Given that he's been a little unstable ever since he was hit by the time bazooka, he's taking this even more wonderfully than he would normally.]

[Unfiltered, because Schuldig is all out of fucks to give]

He's gone. [This cryptic announcement is followed by the least sane laughter you've ever heard; it's positively manic.] So who sent him packing? Was it you, little girl? Or maybe the mayor? Mayfield's finest? Well, it doesn't matter now...but it's the worst idea you ever had.

He held me back. And now you're trapped in here with me running Schwarz, Mayfield. He would have dismantled you so he could use the parts, but I will burn you to the ground.

Comments

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

Nice try.

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

"Did I tell you I really do not like you?"

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

No, but I sort of picked up on it.

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

"Good.

You know this isn't a big town, one day I'll run into you."

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

And then you'll probably fall over and throw up, if you keep to form.

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

"I'll get right to that after stomping a hole where your face is."