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ciiriianan) wrote2015-10-07 01:53 pm
ciiriianan) wrote2015-10-07 01:53 pm
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Let's Go Steal Captain America:
"Yes, Parker," Eliot said, "I fought in WWII." Parker poked him again.
"Did you kill Nazis?" She demanded. Eliot sighed.
"Yes, Parker," he said, "I killed Nazis when I fought in WWII, seventy years ago."
10776:
How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and Martian, dropped in a forgotten spot in the Caribbean by Providence, impoverished in squalor, crippled in a duel with his best friend, barely recovered enough to speak again, pitied by the people he used to represent, become the best-loved President?
Two Many Horses Job:
"Dammit, Hardison," Eliot snarled, and threw a pillow at the damn hacker. "It's midnight, shut the fuck up."
"Sorry," Hardison mutters, reaching for his empty soda bottle without even reacting to the pillow. Eliot gets up and glares over Hardison's shoulder at his screen.
"What?"
"Yes, Parker," Eliot said, "I fought in WWII." Parker poked him again.
"Did you kill Nazis?" She demanded. Eliot sighed.
"Yes, Parker," he said, "I killed Nazis when I fought in WWII, seventy years ago."
10776:
How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and Martian, dropped in a forgotten spot in the Caribbean by Providence, impoverished in squalor, crippled in a duel with his best friend, barely recovered enough to speak again, pitied by the people he used to represent, become the best-loved President?
Two Many Horses Job:
"Dammit, Hardison," Eliot snarled, and threw a pillow at the damn hacker. "It's midnight, shut the fuck up."
"Sorry," Hardison mutters, reaching for his empty soda bottle without even reacting to the pillow. Eliot gets up and glares over Hardison's shoulder at his screen.
"What?"