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[theguv.livejournal.com]

So. The way I understand it, I've been out of commission a couple days thanks to some sodding bastard who decided my arm was a tea time snack. As such, I come back to find my DI in battle with something that can't possibly exist. So what I want to know is, where are those damn twins and that Goddamn Frenchie bastard? I've got some unfinished business.

And Tyler, I expect my things sooner rather than later. Get your ass moving.

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[theguv.livejournal.com]

I'm not going to, you pansy ass. And he's French because he's a bleedin' faerie with that poofter 'beard' of his, not for where he's from. I'm not stupid, Tyler.

[didorothy]

So you're just going to sit down to tea with him and ask about his mother?

Really, Guv? You're very deceptive, then.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

I haven't decided yet, Tyler. So shut it.

[smacks him upside the head]

[didorothy]

Always going in with well-thought out plans, that's our Guv.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

Again: shut it, Tyler.

[didorothy]

I can always look forwards to such eloquent banter with you, can't I, Guv?

[theguv.livejournal.com]

You can look forward to my boot up your ass if you keep it up, Gladys.

[didorothy]

I'm terrified by the prospect, sir.

[ooc; just not that Sam's original snarky reply was "I dream of it every night," and then he thought better of it.]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

Damn straight you are.

[*snorts* Good for you, Sam. Gene'd have a field day. (I dream of Genie with the camel hair coat~)]

[didorothy]

[puts a hand over his mouth and turns his head away to stop from outright laughing]