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You know I can really only handle one hissy fit of yours a day. What the hell is this about?

Nothing its fine. Let the father's handle it.

Is this like that fourth grade club house bullshit? Are you about to put out a sign stating "no girls allowed"? I'm not buying it. And there are no "fathers" here Foz. You're the kids dad, stop bringing him into it.

Well...I..thanks. That's sweet of you to say. I actually wanted to talk to him about that. I can't have him coming in here randomly and getting Charlie attached to him. He is a 4 year old. Remember how sad he was when Peter stopped babysitting for him? He cried for a week. I just don't want him getting hurt.

You're thinking too much into it. Peter used to let him watch that movie every day. . .I forgot the title. . .the one about the kids in highschool who dance around for no fucking reason. They all looked coked out? Nevermind, I can't think of the name. Anyway, that is why he was attached to him. I think I stepped on the dvd after he stopped babysitting. . repeatedly. Hence the tears. So don't worry about Charlie, he'll be fine.

Edited 2008-07-02 06:28 (UTC)

High School Musical Adia. And it sucks, I don't know why Charlie liked it. He is better off. Still, Harry lets him stay up late and calls him 'cool nicknames.' This honestly doesn't concern you at all?

There you go! That was going to bug me for all of eternity, thank you. High School Musical. God, that was a shit movie. I'm glad I was wearing heels the day the dvd met it's demise. . .but no it doesn't concern me. Charlie was sick and he apparently took care of him. And if by 'cool nicknames' you mean the name you gave him at birth, yes he calls him by cool nicknames.

Charlie said it was a cool nickname. And he told me to never call him Chuck. I don't know what that was about. Anyway, he couldn't stop talking about him...Adia..do you think it was wrong of me to adopt him? Maybe he should live with Harry. I mean, he seems to like him a lot.

You're fucking with me right now, right? There are so many things I want to scream at you at this moment I'm having difficulty just choosing one. [Takes a deep breath] Okay, here's the thing. This kid was had for you. I'll repeat if again for dramatic effect. For you. He is your kid. He loves you. You're being a jackass. I'm not trying to be rude here, but you need to hear it. He's not going to live with Harry. He's not going to live with me. He's going to live with you until he's a bastard teenager who decides he would rather move out on his own, fuck multiple women, and drink beer, than live at home with dear old Foz. Got it? Fucking splendid.

Oh, for fuck's sake. I don't even know you, what the hell could I have done?

Jesus Christ! *gives a small jump* There's two of you? I can barely handle one.

...Lay off the smack, Ranger Rick. Only you can fucking prevent forest fires.

Was that Smokey? Fuck.

Riiight. Who are you?

Harry Lockhart, LAPI. You called me, pal, you should know.

...I'm not your fairy fucking godmother, what did you want?

Really? Too bad cause I could really use a date to the ball.

I wasn't calling you, just someone that is you. Apparently. This makes no sense.

...Did someone just go around and steal everyone's meds today and replace them with candy-coated barbiturates? What the hell is wrong with everyone?

The only one that seems to have a problem is you? You sure you aren't the one on drugs?

Not entirely. Mostly it's just people saying things like "I wasn't calling you, just someone that is you," and then expecting me to roll with it, that gets me a little cheesed off.

Not exactly the nicest thing to wake up to. What'd I do? Am I in trouble? I swear it looked like that when I got here..

Ah Ha! First of all, two of you. That is just..worse than my worst nightmare. Secondly, I see you have met Charlie.

Harold? Yea. Cute kid. I'm glad it all worked out well for you. Is that what this is about?

What the fuck did he do now?

Nothing, Christ! It was already some kind of Twilight Zone clusterfuck when I walked in.

*inspects thread carefully*

I never thought I'd say this, but I believe you.

Can I get that in writing and notarized? I want to remember this, it's a historic fucking moment.

Any idea what the hell is happening?

...There's another Harry?

That's as far as I've gotten as the gears in my head come to a grinding halt at that one damning sentence. There can't be another Harry. You already ruin my life all on your lonesome.

And no, you can't fucking get it in writing.

Is there someone who just follows you around, pissing in your metaphorical cheerios?

Harry, I hate Cheerios, metaphorical or otherwise.

You know, for someone who's moved up the ranks to Grammar SS Officer, you're doing a bang-up fucking job of missing the point.

Will Wheaties make it better?

Wheaties never make it better. You own all the cereal in this house, moron.

~~Except for the Lucky Charms. I like the little rainbows.~~

Wheaties are an American staple, you Aryan bastard.

~~Yeah, they go great with your Olivia Newton-John boxed set.~~

Did you find it? I've been looking for it everywhere...

You hid it, didn't you? *pulls out faggot gun*

Keep your panties on! I put Grease on to get laid last week, it's probably still in my room. Xanadu is safe, you can put that thing away.

Oh, don't worry, it's away. Under lock and key, as a matter of fact.

...Grease got you laid? Really?

~~By a man?~~

Oh, good. Glad you're keeping the really important stuff safe.

Women seem to like that shit. Makes them want to be "bad" or something. Either way, it worked.

~~God, gay is still not contagious, thank the fuck Christ and no thanks to you.~~