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...Wow. You're cool.

Nice sunglasses sweetheart. Keeps right on walking, looking for Becky.

I know. You're jealous.

Whatcha doing?

Yeah, because sunglasses and a patch are fucking fabulous.

Looking for someone.

You're a badass. You could make it work.

Vague kinda guy, aren'tcha?

Overkill.

Actually, a girl. Maybe a guy though, not sure.

Fine, maybe you can invent a half-sunglass thing that just covers the un-patch'd side.

...Did they have tits? Because that's usually a good marker.

Think the monocle already's out there.

At least one of them.

NO, that's just the regular type of glasses! A sunglass monocle. Also, more badass - who can be too badass with a frickin' monocle?

So you don't really know what the hell you're going for, I take it?

i knew a guy in Thailand wore one but think I'll pass on it.

Yeah, ain't something that goes too well with, you know. *vague gestures* The stubble.

OOC: Sorry. I didn't mean to ignore the second part of her previous post. The work computer was eating parts of my replies O.o

Not my style.

I do know one of the people, a woman. Don't know who is with her right now though. So yes, and no.

Go~otcha. Good call. So now's the question you're gonna tell me the answer to is confidential: What'd they do?

The woman, nothing. The others, nothing you'd ever want to do.

And that I probably haven't done! (See, told you the answer was gonna be vague.)

Probably not. (What, you want to be an accessory to homicide?)

(It'd make things more interesting!) (Nah, not really.)

Being chased all the time is pretty fucking boring.

Being un-chased all the time is even MORE boring.

Wouldn't say that until you try it. Dead is really fucking boring.

I dunno, kicking the crap outta some angels might be entertaining.

Angels? Depends on the angel.

Not Gabriel, would be my guess.

Also depends on the person. Who am I kidding? I ain't getting into heaven.

There are worse than him out there.

Don't worry, I've already been kicked out. Ain't so bad.

Yeah, there's that other one, that, like, totally destroys people. Ariel? Uriel?

Kicked outta heaven? Ouch. Throw some wild parties?

Skipping all the big killers.

Happens when the wrong person takes interest in you. No party yet. Saving up for the big one.

That so? I don't know my angels.

Nasty. You'll have to throw a big-ass one when you can. Booze and the works. Strippers!

Forgetting all the fallen ones.

I don't think the kind of party I'm talking anyone wants me to throw.

Loki? Bartleby? I watched Dogma, that's about all I got.

Uh oh. What kind of party's that?

No, Loki's a Norse god not an angel. I'm talking Lucifer, Apollyon and that group.

The end of the world.

Yeah, see, I'm lost when it comes to this shit. Wait, Lucifer was an angel?

...Oh. That's a little less fun than strippers.

The first angel. That's why they call him the lightbringer or the morningstar.

Yeah. Not that strippers'd be much fun for me anyway.

Well, hey, didn't know either of those. I'm learning shit.

What? Strippers are fun for everyone. Even straight girls.

It's in the bible.

Not if you're married and your wife has a gun.

Yeah, I look like an A-class bible-thumper here, boy-o.

Bring your wife too! Every girl's got a bi side to her, I'm sure of it.

Of course you do. Just like me.

My wives are, with each other. I don't share them with anyone else.

...K, so you don't either. Still. I spend my free time searching 'fail' on Youtube, not reading the bible. It's not my thing.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wives? As in plural?

Fail? Not mine either but it's unavoidable.

Yes, two.

Yeah, you know. Fail. Dance fail. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OOvqF4ZPDNM) Honking fail. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WGBcY2IoFSg&feature=channel) All kinds of fail.

...Lucky man.

No I don't but guess I'll find out.

Sure, until they both get pissed at me. Then I'm a dead man.