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[titusnowl]

"You got blood on my suit."

"Dude, I know.  I already said I was sorry.  Next time you want I should let the bastard shoot you?"

"I don't think you onderstand.  Zees suit ees Italian wool.  Ze blood, eet stains.  And ze dry-cleaning bills go through ze roof.  Do you think I am made of money?"

"Well, okay, this is just a suggestion, but maybe you should not fight in your best suit?"

"Eet's not my best suit!  You have nevair seen me in my best suit.  Zees are my work clothes, but zat does not mean you need to get blood all over zem.  Improve your aim, mon p'tit lapin."

"It's one spot! ... What did you just call me?"

"Bunny.  You run and jump, no?"

"Oh, fuck you.  And fuck that crack about my aim, too.  I was a goddamn MVP."

"Yet you lack onderstanding of balleesteeks, mon cher.  Lend me your bat, I will demonstrate."

"I'll lend it upside your head!"

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[cupiecake.livejournal.com]

"mon cher" always makes me think of Gambit, and then I giggle.

Ah, Gambit.

I'm pretty sure the Spy isn't meant to be Creole, though.

[chikkiboo.livejournal.com]

No, I think he's actually, like, from the Pyrenees or somewhere, but I can't transliterate a true Franco-Spanish accent very well.

[cupiecake.livejournal.com]

p'haps the answer to this is more listening to the Spy talk. or more Franco-Spanish accents. whatever.

Not that I'm, y'know, complaining. Creole is PLENTY hot.

[chikkiboo.livejournal.com]

The accents transliterate the same. The accent we call "Creole" is, after all, a creole of Spanish and French. The differences between 'em are pretty obvious to the ear, but aren't anything I can figure out how to differentiate between in text.

Plus all the Spy ever says is "You got blood on my suit," "I'm going to gut you like a Cornish game hen" in a way that somehow makes it sound like he's going to gut you like a Cornish gay man, and "I was never really on your side." Not a hell of a lot to go from there.

[cupiecake.livejournal.com]

well, sheeeet. What do I say to that? Way to kill the conversation, man.

Now I'm bored again. :(

[chikkiboo.livejournal.com]

Awww.

I need to learn Gregg shorthand so I can write fic at work, mang.

[cupiecake.livejournal.com]

instead of jotting it down on paper and bringing it home and going WHAT DOES SQUIGGLE MEAN AUGH?

BUT THAT IS SO MUCH FUN XD

[chikkiboo.livejournal.com]

Well, I got called on it. Wes all "I've had some complaints - not from your fellow employees, but from my fellow employees" (by which he means "from the female manager who made me so upset on Friday") "that you've been writing things on legal pad sized paper at your desk" (wtf kind of complaint is that) "and if they're personal you need to not be doing that."

"I don't have time to write personal things," I said, my face a blank mask of polite confusion. "I just have a tendency to use one big sheet to take all my notes on for the day, instead of going through two dozen post-it notes."

Five'll get you twenty I'll get in trouble next time I'm writing on my break, which means from now on I have to just try to remember whatever it was until I get home.

[cupiecake.livejournal.com]

oh BITCHES.

dood.

... I get yelled at sometimes for using the computer here, but... doooood. I WILL FUCKIN FALL ASLEEP.

anyway i'm - i don't care enough to stop, i'm just a little more careful now. but srsly! I CAN TYPE AND WATCH VIDS AT THE SAME TIME. especially when it's fuckin' numbers.

at Jo-Ann's no one gives a damn, and they don't pay me enough. If I'm just sitting there leaning on the counter and I want to doodle, i'm gonna goddamn well doodle. I'm sure there's something else I could be doing, but at 820 pm when i'm "manning the cash register," i could care less. I AINT RUNNIN ALL ROUND THE STORE THAT LATE AT NIGHT.

[chikkiboo.livejournal.com]

That was my situation at Staples, Frances be damned. But I feel more responsible at McK.

The hell of it is, I haven't actually written anything while at work since I moved to the new cubicle, so I honestly don't know what the complaint was over.