http://eatenbykarma.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] eatenbykarma.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fissionmailed2008-09-18 10:18 am
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Well..

[RADIO CALL for Big Mama]

Do you have a moment, Kim? I would like to speak to you.

[identity profile] cougar-78.livejournal.com 2008-10-09 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[AND MEANWHILE, THE HOT GRANNY HAS HER TONGUE DOWN HIS MENTORS THROAT 8D]

[A hand comes up and begins to unzip The Boss's top~]

[identity profile] revolver-kitty.livejournal.com 2008-10-09 04:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ocelot has Joy's clothes for her to wear to the wedding]

[barges in]

Mother~!

[pause]

Oh my God. [...]

[identity profile] cougar-78.livejournal.com 2008-10-09 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)
.....

[Damn.]

[If this weren't The Boss's son, she'd probably just continue. Instead Mama steps back from Joy and sighs, tossing Ocelot an annoyed look.]

...Hello.

[identity profile] revolver-kitty.livejournal.com 2008-10-10 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
You're.

... YOU'RE TRYING TO HAVE SEX WITH MY MOTHER.

I'M BLINDED. FOREVER.

[regains composure] [o____o]

[closes door behind him very quickly, sits in a bend of the corridor, staring]

[identity profile] revolver-kitty.livejournal.com 2008-10-10 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
[incoherency]

[An incoherent ocelot? What!?]

AAAA bi- c-lkajflka. Eva. Eva had her tongue in your mouth.

EVA. EEEEVA. [continues saying "EVA" as if it is driving a point]

[identity profile] revolver-kitty.livejournal.com 2008-10-10 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
Because it's Eva! [stands]

It's bitchtits. The woman who hit me in the face with a motorcycle! Who interfered with my mission, and got in the way of getting to John.

[pause]

She's a stupid whore and you can do a LOT better.

[obviously flustered]

[identity profile] revolver-kitty.livejournal.com 2008-10-10 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
Anyone at all! You could have anyone here. I'm sure you could.

I didn't grow up with you by my side, so it's a lot more comfortable talking about this, but... BUT FOR ALL THAT IS GOOD AND HOLY I THINK SHE BONED OLDER ME, TOO.

MOTHER. THINK ABOUT IT. IT'S HORRIBLE.

[rubs his forehead]

I have a migraine. I'm finished here. [tries to walk off, but does so in an awkward, zig zagging way, hitting sides of walls]