05: Video: "Thin line between Heaven and here." - Bubbles

[omar]

So just for today, we connected to the outside? [This worries him more than he'd like to let on, with the possibility of the dead dropping in for a chat, but...]

Anyone wanna get a message to Marlo Stanfield for me? Barring that, hey, someone bring me up some lake trout and a pack of Marlboro, I be real grateful.

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[kissthatgoodbye]

What's the going rate on message running where you're from?

[omar]

Thought this wasn't a good time, bro.

[kissthatgoodbye]

Oh, right.

[This is why it sometimes pays not to just answer any old distress message without checking the peripherals. They might be from your crazy, homicidal, dead genetic twin.]

Well, you know how it is. Shit happens, the world goes 'round, yadda yadda.

[omar]

...Do it, now. [And his eyebrow goes way up. What the hell just happened there?]

[kissthatgoodbye]

[Yeah, Alec has no clue whatsoever how to pretend to be the crazybox on the next post over, but he figures he can get some mileage out of the whole genetic twin thing. No one ever expects twins.

Unless they're from Manticore anyway.]

Yeah, in my experience. So whaddya say - bygones be bygones? This is some crazy shit, is all I'm saying.

[omar]

It surely is. [He means you, Benlec.]

[kissthatgoodbye]

[Hush this is perfectly normal behavior, stop being non-reactive, Omar.]

Who's Marlo Stanfield?

[omar]

No one you need to be worrying yourself about, Ben.

[goldengod]

Get a message out for you? Uh, no. [Do a favor for someone? Dennis laughs and takes a swig of his beer – that's possibly the stupidest thing he's heard yet today and he's been hanging out with Charlie.] I've got work to do, people to see. No one has time to deliver your goddamn messages, okay?

[omar]

[Seriously, how is it that even when he gets a line to the outside, his feed is full of incompetent white people? The idea of this guy going into Marlo's territory gives him a moment of amusement, at least.]

Real sorry to hear that, man. Seem like you'd be so good at that and all.

[goldengod]

Yeah, to be honest giving messages isn't really my thing? You could ask my friend Charlie though, he'd probably deliver messages and clean your toilet and do all that shit. He loves that kind of stuff, calls it Charlie work.

[kittenmittons]

A-hah! Cursing again! Cursing!

And I don't love Charlie work, I just, I'm good at it and no one else does it and I like doing it and-- But cursing!

[hundreddollarbaby]

Oh, please. Who do you even have to see, Dennis?

[justabase]

We were going to go bird watching, but then you showed up! OH! Always a classic.

[hundreddollarbaby]

You just shut your filthy disgusting mouth, Level One.

[justabase]

You're a cheater and a whore.

[hundreddollarbaby]

Oh, save it for Level Three. Not that you'd know what that's like.

[justabase]

Just wait until emotional battery. I've been saving up the best insults I can possibly think of for the past three years. They go deep, Dee. They make last time seem like an episode of the Brady Bunch.

[hundreddollarbaby]

Bring it on, bitch. I'm ready for you.

And you know what, Mac, just think about this: with how long I've been waiting for you inferior assholes to make it that far, how much do you think I've got saved up?

[justabase]

Now, hold on here Dennis. We don't want to be so quick to divest ourselves of potential business opportunities.

[goldengod]

You see a business opportunity here, in the form of this unassuming, be-duragged man?

[omar]

[Sup. He's still here.] That's Omar, all right. Unassuming.

[goldengod]

Quiet! We're talking here.

[omar]

[Eyebrow.] You wanna try that one again, bro?

[kittenmittons]

Ohh, Dennis, I don't know, dude. He's got a big old scar right on his face, dude. That's got to mean something.