Well, well, well... (original) (raw)

Away From It All

ki2k May. 4th, 2004 05:28 am Well, well, well...If it isn't my old friend Robin. Fancy meeting YOU here...Current Mood: amusedamusedCurrent Music: The sound of birds22 comments - Leave a comment Flag Next Entry

*glares at him over her I/O shot*

Cache it. I'm here to get gloriously drunk and pass out.

*tsks*

Now now, Robin my dear.

It's a lovely evening outside. Wouldn't you rather do something more constructive than merely getting drunk and passing out? I mean really.

I know! We could go for a drive, if you like. Wouldn't that be fun? What do you say, just you and me? It'd be like... well, the times we never had. Come on!

*dryly* The *last* thing I want to do is get inside an inanimate object that has a more annoying personality than Mike the TV.

Go find someone else to yammer at before I take some of these sugar packets and put them in your gas tank.

Oh now I am hurt. I am absolutely and utterly devastated. Inanimate object? Annoying personality? You are ACTUALLY COMPARING ME TO MIKE THE TV????

Hmm. I wonder what's on...?

No, no, I digress. I'll have you know I am VERY animate, and my personality is sparkling, thankyouverymuch,

unlike someone else in this conversation...

Go find someone else to yammer at before I take some of these sugar packets and put them in your gas tank.

Sugar in my gas tank? Why Robin... are you coming on to me?

You are ACTUALLY COMPARING ME TO MIKE THE TV????

Yes, I am.

Sugar in my gas tank? Why Robin... are you coming on to me?

*lofts an eyebrow* If by that you mean in a 'wanting you to blow up so you'll leave me the hell alone' sense, then sure. Whatever makes you happy.

*downs the shot*

Well I am just dreadfully upset now. I mean, I have been compared to televisions before, but never DELIBERATELY. Dear me.

*lofts an eyebrow* If by that you mean in a 'wanting you to blow up so you'll leave me the hell alone' sense, then sure. Whatever makes you happy.

*downs the shot*

I really DO believe you're sweet on me. That is a much nicer response than I've gotten out of you in the past. Your shell is cracking. Next you'll be asking me out for a drink. I do like Scotch.

Well I am just dreadfully upset now. I mean, I have been compared to televisions before, but never DELIBERATELY. Dear me.

*dryly* There's a first time for everything.

I really DO believe you're sweet on me. That is a much nicer response than I've gotten out of you in the past. Your shell is cracking. Next you'll be asking me out for a drink. I do like Scotch.

Get bent. You may have MBS, but I know fifteen different ways to puncture a tire. Would you like a demonstration?

*dryly* There's a first time for everything.

As I well know.

Get bent. You may have MBS, but I know fifteen different ways to puncture a tire. Would you like a demonstration?

Robin! I'm shocked! BDSM? We barely know each other!

Really? Fifteen?

Of course, I *could* just give you a new paint job... something in dayglo orange, maybe? *smirks to herself*

I'm not your 'dear'. I'm not your *anything*. Got it?

*reaches for the sugar packets*

Your hostility is obviously a misguided attempt to hide your true feelings for me.

Sugar? It's blatant, really. You're sweet on me. Do your worst - I've been turned pink today, I've had the Church Lady's voice - really, what more is there? It's not like my day can become any stranger or go any further downhill.

*dryly* You're the one who came over and started talking to me, not the other way round.

The sugar's for my java, so quit getting your fanbelt in a knot.

My lovely Robin, if I didn't approach you, you would never talk to me. You are much too shy and demure around me.

Oh. How disappointing. Are you sure?

if I didn't approach you, you would never talk to me

*rolls her eyes* That's the idea, bits for brains.

(coolly) Tell it to someone who cares.

Nothing a cold 'boot wouldn't fix.

You think *everything's* an offer.

If you don't want me to think that, you shouldn't be so accomodating.