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[Jaunt] Consequences are hard...
Mar. 28th, 2016 02:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
failgoyle[Just in case there wasn't enough whining on the network, here's Jules again! If he could make this entire thing sound like he were sniffling and upset, he would.]
So I got shot and now I'm in prison again, and I wasn't even doing anything, I was gonna bring the wheelbarrow back, and why'd she have to shoot me, that was entirely uncalled for, and my wings are stupid and useless and I can't fly out of here and I was too slow to portal out of here but now I can't even move very fast because she shot me, and the only thing I've got going for me is that I already lost my tail and it hasn't grown back yet otherwise I would have lost it again, but it doesn't matter because I got shot and why'd she have to go and do that, that wasn't a very nice thing to do, and she never got me a doctor and I probably need one because I got shot in the freaking leg and it hurts like a bitch, and I also want a lawyer, because that was police brutality, so if someone wants to get me one of those fancy TV lawyers that call themselves Hammers or Strongarms or whatever, and maybe a file in a cake or only not because she'd probably shoot the poor, defenseless little cake...
[Some of the thoughts and words might be a little wobbly, as though whoever's doing the thinking here is just a litlte drunk...and that would not be an entirely incorrect assumption to make. He's also going to keep right on rambling on in a single run-on sentence like this until someone shuts him up, so sorry.]
So I got shot and now I'm in prison again, and I wasn't even doing anything, I was gonna bring the wheelbarrow back, and why'd she have to shoot me, that was entirely uncalled for, and my wings are stupid and useless and I can't fly out of here and I was too slow to portal out of here but now I can't even move very fast because she shot me, and the only thing I've got going for me is that I already lost my tail and it hasn't grown back yet otherwise I would have lost it again, but it doesn't matter because I got shot and why'd she have to go and do that, that wasn't a very nice thing to do, and she never got me a doctor and I probably need one because I got shot in the freaking leg and it hurts like a bitch, and I also want a lawyer, because that was police brutality, so if someone wants to get me one of those fancy TV lawyers that call themselves Hammers or Strongarms or whatever, and maybe a file in a cake or only not because she'd probably shoot the poor, defenseless little cake...
[Some of the thoughts and words might be a little wobbly, as though whoever's doing the thinking here is just a litlte drunk...and that would not be an entirely incorrect assumption to make. He's also going to keep right on rambling on in a single run-on sentence like this until someone shuts him up, so sorry.]
