atowncalledtreffy

You know, when people tell you to 'fuck off', that's usually not a sign to keep talking.

When someone begged for a concussion, I'm going to keep talking.

Zack knows everything and you’re already talking to him.

Not demoted, is he? Fuck. Didn’t even think of that.

Zack doesn't know everything, and even if he did, I'd still want to hear it from you.

Lark. Did he get demoted because he punched me in the face?

That fucking Admiral…

No, he's fine.

Besides worrying about you.

Well, that's a relief. Wouldn't want him trapped here with a bunch of evil bastards.

Where are there not evil bastards?

Don't know. Heaven, maybe. If you find out, come back and tell me.

Can't. I'm the evil bastard in the room. I negate the study.

You're not evil. You're just an ornery, annoying fucker.

Have they invented the pot calling the kettle black yet?

Probably not.

So now that we've made sure that our good friend Zack isn't in trouble, I'm going to point you to my first comment; please, fuck off.

Yeah, yeah. I'll check in again.

Answer’s going to be the same but sure. Whatever makes you happy.