Writey Guy, Evil Overlord of Getting Stuff Done
Pseudonym: Jumping Jack Flash, Chartreuse
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“The look on your face is priceless. You can't decide if you want to go 'oh poor baby' or spit on my shadow.""Sounds about right," Ash admitted.”
“If I could get hold of something nasty and drop it in the coffee urn, I could poison them all.""Too bad your personality's not water-soluble.”
“I want to belong to you, like a name. I want to be a thing people have to know to know you.”
“Look at me, you chatty bitch, I'm a goddamn pinata! Fuck off and let me sleep before I puke up a kidney on your slutty leather pants!”
“I make my own judgements of people, mate. I don't need to borrow yours.”
“Why?" Kieran grinned. "'Cause you can't dance, it's too wet to plow, and it's a little windy to be stacking chickens.”
“Adrian: "I've made my position clear, Mr. Skerry. It's not my job to protect people from their own stupidity."Resonator: "And I like to give hand granades to babies ... let's be friends!?”