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 ]]

Comments

[tsunbowmonkey86.livejournal.com]

Numbuh 86, sir.

[unless-itsafarm.livejournal.com]

Listen here, Numbah 86... And you had better damn well clean your FUCKING ears out and listen well.

I don't care who you are, where you come from, or what you do. The only people who talk to me like that are my teammates, and dead people. You are not currently on the RED roster. So that means, if you are choosing to speak to me in that manner, then you are obviously hankering to join the ranks of the worm feeders.

Do I make myself clear?

[tsunbowmonkey86.livejournal.com]

Crystal. [With that, she turns on her heel and stalks off-- for as much as she'd like to fight the man who had the insolence to force her around, she's not stupid, and knows that she's not only weaponless, but outmatched physically.

Another time, then.]