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[hexappeal]

Sorry, David Byrne still beats Morrissey.

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HAY GURL HAY.

[hexappeal]

Ugh, go away. Pig.

Miss me?

[maskurbates]

Aww, I'm just teasing you, girlie.


You look like a biter anyway.

I'd say it goes without saying that I do. <3

[hexappeal]

You'll never know. [She is. Sometimes.]

...me too <33333

[maskurbates]

I'm just so distraught over this realization that I think I might cry.

I knew it! <3

[hexappeal]

I didn't know you could cry. I assumed that if you could, you'd never stop.

[maskurbates]

So funny I forgot to laugh.



But seriously, I think I was born without tear ducts or some shit. Maybe. It's kinda weird.

[hexappeal]

I know. I'm a regular comedian.

Not really. You're kind of a mutant.

[maskurbates]

I AM A TRAGIC BURN VICTIM, YOU INSENSITIVE TWAT!

[hexappeal]

No, you aren't. The only tragedy about you is that you didn't stay dead.

[maskurbates]

Rude. It's a goddamn tragedy your daddy never taught you manners. How the fuck do you make it through the world getting away with insulting people like you do? One of these days, someone is gonna knock your head off.

[hexappeal]

You're nothing. How dare you even think you can talk about my father, you worthless piece of garbage.

[maskurbates]

Ohoho, did I hit a sensitive spot?

You and Daddy Dearest close? Chit chat on the phone all the time? You two share a close, personal bond? Does he touch you like a lover?

[hexappeal]

[MY FATHER'S DEAAAAAAAAAAAD. So she balls her hand into a fist and punches him in the face. Who knew she was good at physical fighting, too? Ha!]

[maskurbates]

You hit my face, you insufferable cunt!

[hexappeal]

That was your face?

[maskurbates]

It's got eyes and teeth, you bitch! What do you think?

[hexappeal]

Could be your stomach. I don't know. I've seen horror movies like that.

[maskurbates]

Real fuckin' funny. You get your amazing sense of humor from Pops?

[hexappeal]

Nope. All mine. I might've picked some up from Doctor Occult, though.

--by the way, his face is very handsome. So I can tell it's on his shoulders. I'm not drawn to looking anywhere but at it.

[maskurbates]

Ahhh ok, see, now I get it: you're so distracted by my junk that you've never bothered to look up north. If that ain't the epitome of rude, I don't know what is.

And no, you may not touch.

[hexappeal]

I said anywhere but. I was busy looking off at that wall.

I wouldn't want to. It's probably all burnt and mangled and hideous. And if it isn't, I'd rather not know.

[maskurbates]

Haven't we been over this already? Is this becoming a fetish for you? I know you like to dwell on it, but I feel like a broken record when I have to tell you for the 76th time that my dick isn't black and charred and in fact, ladies line up for that shit.

[hexappeal]

Not really. I forget the conversation shortly after we've had it.

Yeah, and women line up for Cobblepot, too. Desperate women interested in money or a thrill. Sorry, you're not my type. I'm rich, famous, hot, and can do better than you for a one night stand any time.

[maskurbates]

Whoa whoa whoa, I never said I was offering.



I don't do drag queens.

[hexappeal]

Yeah. That's just the nonchalant answer guys that know they're hideous and couldn't get with a chick as hot as me ever say. I feel bad for you. I really do.

But not enough to screw you.