Awwwww, c'mon Boss, do I hafta?!

I mean, Jesus, job ain't what it used ta be, yenno? Schmucks, I'm tellin' ye, if ye getting hooked with some capitalist lord o' wonders? Damn well be makin' sure to fucking ogle that small print, cause otherwise?

Yeah.

IS THIS FUCKIN' FIERCE ENOUGH?!

Aw, Boss, did I gotta get the emblem too? Jeez, not the emblem... fuck me... blimey, Mouse, what the hell you doin' by my ass? Is that - that - sweetheart, for hell's sake, you rub oil into a man, bloody well make'im feel good --

...can't believe this... ah well, least gettin' outta this joint.


[ooc: ...as per Ferocia's orders, Paulie is a hawter-than-hawt and Very Fierce Indeed red Ferrari. He'll serve as Ferocia's ride out of the City, and 'lo and behold, not be heard from aaagaaaaaaaaaaaain ~ ! ]

...oh look, someone flooded the City, and now we can't have thorned roses no more.

I wonder why.

Row, row, row your boats ~
Like a merry stooo~ooooge...!

Fine day we're havin', eh, Virginia? Feel the love yet, you sore kook?


[ooc: and whether Valentine's Day display was a preplanned Citizen woe, or the result of recent deity grudgefests, we might yet never know ~ !]

No - no. Boys, bitches : NO.

Do we WANT a lawsuit on our hands? No, so thorns stay outta stooges' hands, and we all go by our daily business.

What're ye, idiots? Yenno, dun even answer that, I ain't in no mood to count up on yer YESSIR, PAULIE, SIRs. Gives me freakin' indigestion. Makes the Hammer Girl go down from an E cup to an AA. Yeah, it's that kinda fairytale tragedy.

FURTHERMORE, Virginia-dear's been holdin' out on ye's'all and sure as hell ain't mentioned her wee love for on-sale-hand-lotion, which clearly makes'er a villain o'sorts, cause honeys, ye ain't ever wanna trust a gal who can't hold things without givin'em a rash - whereas I'm as saintly as the pedo next door, capisci?

So yeah, schmucks, help a fella out: NO THORNS! GO AGAINST THE LAW! REVOLUTION! NO THORNS! VOX PO - what whassat? - VOX POPO - POPE - POPEYE - VOX SOMETHIN'! NO THORNS! LESSER RATES ON PORN RENTALS! DENTAL INSURANCE! DRY 'TINIS! NO THORNS!

Remember:

...am I seein' double here?

Naw. Really? Hey, Mouse, sweetheart, you sure you was countin' this before yer nightly acid trip? That's it, hereon, I'm gettin' ye the expensive shit.

One... two... fourteen... dunno that number... fifty-three and... wha'... fifty...three...

Uch.

At least shit solves the problem o' Deputies.

Ladies, gents, thyat one thing I really shouldn't've fucked that last Tuesday sorry, sweetheart, just ain't got it in me to further rodent-kin, ain't nothin' personal--

God bless ye, keep ye, strangle ye and for fuck's sake, get you outta my hair. GET OUT STOOGES. Go on the streets, wank in a corner for couple o' hours, say you did your bloody jobs, hear some idiots bitch and moan, imagine what that's like for some God damned centuries, screw the several midlife crises, and you can be me for the day.

I swear - stooges, ain't no end to'em.

Oh, and the law stands: bitch got coat better than me? Bust its ass goodnight.

Questions? Comments?

And Jesus Christ, YAP YAP YAP, will someone tell the newcomers to shut the fuck up?

OK, people, you have two days – count'em, two - to hand yer votes in, so… do it. NOW.

And your shiny, sparklin', brand new City Warden should beeee....

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Mighty fine, got me the keys, the one shirt without the blood and the gore… I… uch… got me some daisies… kinda nicked'em off the public park fence, yenno, the one with the –

Hey. Uch.

Can… can one of you dames… yenno, I never was much with'em ties, I mean – yeah. Can one o' ye just… can't, yenno, wrinkles, I mean, even took out the good body'n'all, can't have -

'nyways.

One of ye five, take care of this place for a couple o' days.

I'ma go see my kid.

Giddy-up, giddy-up, giddy-up, let's go -
The weasel's gonna blow...!

...you kiddin' me? I love this season. 'nways.

Nominate yerself, yer hernia, yer fairy Godmother, and other bitches. Ye got two days to pull this shit, because fuck me if I'll be bothered with countin' after you stooges. So, uch, get startin'.

Kay, we still set for t'morrow? Honourable Paulie presidin'. Yenno, I kinda want me a hangover right now just to get the Hammer Girl in double vision...


[ooc: please have your characters nominate those people that they would ICly be inclined to; at the same time, I would like to ask that all nominations be cleared with the players of the characters herein nominated. Please don't nominate someone unless you know for sure they'd not mind if if their character won!]