It’s not my fault you’re thinking of my sexy bod.
I am not fuckin’- urgh. Go fuck yerself, asshole.
I don’t think it matters when the only person around here is DM1.
He’s not wearing a shirt either.
Still. Those’re fuckin’ mental images I think everyone could do without.
I’ll take that as a maybe.
Take it as a “put a fuckin’ shirt on an’ quit scarrin’ everyone fer life”. Maker, leave goin’ round shirtless to the people who c’n actually pull it off.
needleedle replied to your post: Ohh Mr. Dark Man, ohhh.
Everyone shield yer eyes.I’ll have you know that I look great.
I’m even rocking my animal print pants.
Eurgh. Maker, I think I’m gonna fuckin’ hurl.
It never hurts to ask. You never know unless you press your luck.
Well it’s been a pleasure Needle, we should get together under better conditions next.
What, like me punchin’ you in the fuckin’ mouth? Go fuck yourself.
Depends you going to buy me dinner first?
*gives one last hard press and then releases DM2 from the headlock, roughly shoving him aside* Psssh, fuck that. Unless yer hungry fer a knuckle sandwich or somethin’.
You’re a sadist, you know that.
An’ you’re a dumbass messin’ with th’ wrong line. Had enough yet, hotshot?
*DM2 grimances in discomfort as Needle’s knuckles rapidly shuffle into his scalp*
Wily damn, I swear I can smell smoke! You better not burn off my hair!
What’s that? Y’can barely feel it through that thick head ‘a yours? Well there’s only one way t’solve that little dilemma. *pushes down even harder on DM2’s scalp with a nasty smirk*
