x_maker | Saline and cat hair do not mix

Saline and cat hair do not mix

Catseye! The cup full of clear liquid on my desk is NOT water for you to drink! It's pH-balanced saline solution that needs to be kept in a state of static electrolysis for my contacts. If you insist on drinking from it while the little wires are there, not only will it give you one hell of a shock, but you'll also ruin the solution and I'll have to run the salinization cycle all over again.

And if you could return my #8 Torx driver, I'd really appreciate it. Yes, I know it's shiny, but I *need* it for my work, okay?

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Ladies, ladies. If you can't play nice and share your toys, I'm going to have to take them away from you.

Besides, if you want to see a REAL sound system sometime, wait until I can get Kyle and his sensitive little ears out of the room for a demonstration of what "Far Beyond Driven" can do cranked up to eleven.

See, that I'm willing to venture into your room for.

I know you love your little speakers, but have you looked at this setup down here?

Hell, maybe you should. I can't make heads or tails of half this stuff. Wires every-goddamn-where.

Dude. I spend how many hours outside and you can't find one hour to manage to get some girl in your room to show her your "stereo".

Weak, weak, weak.

Kyle, my name is Jubilee. Not 'Some girl' Haven't we talked about this before?

Hey, I meant -any- girl. Not just you.

Like I make myself familiar with your schedule when you're out marking trees or whatever.

Climbing. CLIMBING. I use the -toilet- like everybody else. Christ. Feral doesn't mean I'm gonna go take a dump in the woods, okay?

Yes, we all heard about you and your "climbing" with that hot tutor lady that Mr. Dayspring brought for you.

What? We chased squirrels. She's like, twice my age. I have no chance in -hell-.

I mean, I'm not saying I wouldn't if I did have the chance, but she's like -twice my age-.. Hot. Crazy hot. But it ain't happening.

To quote some ancient-ass song: You've got it bad, got it bad, got it bad, you're hot for teacher.

"Chased squirrels"?

Squirrels. You know, those little fuzzy things with the tails?

Wait, no. Hang on. I'll go get one so you can see for yourself.

You bring a squirrel into this suite and I swear to GOD, Gibney, I'll put Ex-lax into your kibble.

Too late.

BAD DOG! BAD DOG!

Once we isolate your room from the rest of the Mansion, I have some Deicide that would sound _lovely_ turned up to 11.

Sure, the bass will probably liquefy your remaining organs and limbs, but you'll go out with a smile.

Haroun

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Saline and cat hair do not mix

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