{Nineteen (47)} ♦ He's a real nowhere man, sitting in his nowhere land

[burnt_orangesky]

Whomever has been following me intermittently the past few days, your comments are irritating, highly distracting, and entirely unwarranted.

[Pen taps.] And do please stop rating my [pause] performance in the shower.

Comments

[live_ringer]

[A Troubles joke? Gene... is very nearly offended.]

Fans of Yule logs, eh? How'd you like one shoved up your collective arses?

[npc-kun.livejournal.com]

Mr. Irishman, are you trying to seduce me?

[live_ringer]

I never seduce what I can't see. You never know what you could end up with.

[npc-kun.livejournal.com]

TREE HERPES!

It was then that Gene was knocked up by the fourth wall.

M-Preg?

Warning: Any child conceived by the Tree ends up looking like Night.

PAPA! Where's me Lucky Charms?!

[live_ringer]

[Wut.

...You know what, he gives up on talking any sort of sense in this conversation.]

See, this is why it's my policy to just say no to pollination.

[npc-kun.livejournal.com]

Back home Gene was a fierce anti bee-ite.

BEE NAZI! BEE NAZI!!!!