Ninth Rocket Jump

[unlessitsafarm]

JUST WHAT IN THE SAM HILL IS GOING ON NOW?

Someone make me a rib sandwich! I cannot rage on an empty stomach!

Let me tell you a story, Mayfield. A story about MY father! My father was a man who was a righteous pillar of masculine identity! He was strong! Disciplined! Gentle to the women! Firm with the women when they yammered on too long about needing an electric oven! And he taught me a VERY important lesson!

You wanna know what that lesson is, Mayfield?

Spare the rod, spoil the child. Do I LOOK spoiled to you? I most certainly do NOT you pack of worthless mongrels! MAYBE A LITTLE DISCIPLINE SHOULD BE INSERTED INTO WHERE YOUR SPINES SHOULD BE SO YOU DON'T LOSE YOUR GODDAMNED MINDS EVERY TIME SOMETHING HAPPENS IN THIS SHITHOLE LIE OF A TOWN!

AND WHERE THE HELL IS MY RIB SANDWICH!

[[ Be sure to check here and help me make sure I didn't forget anyone, orz ]]

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[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

[It's not the worst order she's received, but Ema still looks mighty annoyed when she knocks on Soldier's door. Good think Goldberg Street is close to Kramden Road, or she might have been knocking on random doors all afternoon.]

Are you the guy who demanded a rib sandwich?

[unless-itsafarm.livejournal.com]

Yes ma'am!

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

[Ema holds out the plate, still scowling.]

Here.

[unless-itsafarm.livejournal.com]

Heh heh! Thank you kindly, ma'am! Now go on home and make yourself one too. Eat it with pride!

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

[Ema practically groans. Seriously, dude?]

Right on it... [And off she goes.]

[unless-itsafarm.livejournal.com]

-WAVES HER OFF HAPPILY BECAUSE THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF HIS LIFE. SO MANY RIB SAMMICHES-