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[camwyn]

*hears noise in corner*

*shines flashlight into corner*

Oh, look, a brain. I think it's mine.

*gets baseball bat*

*pulls up a stool, parks butt on same*

*waits, watching brain grimly*

*brain watches back*

Listen, buddy, you may be three pounds of soggy meat and fat inside my skull, but one more friggin' mulebunny and I'm going to hurt you but good.

*brain just watches back*

Don't even CONSIDER pushing that scene at me again. I don't care if interrupting some kind of 'John Constantine summons and loses control of a horror' scene gives you an excuse to make Egon speak Hebrew! I have a baseball bat, you know!

argh...

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[drharper.livejournal.com]

Oh, I've got rabid bunnies of my own all right. They're gnawing merrily away at my grey matter, too. Ever hear of "misery loves company"? The same goes for "obsessive, twisted creativity". ;)

[milkshake-b.livejournal.com]

O.o My friends with rabid bunnies don't feed my bunnies just because they know I'll retaliate. And nobody wants to wake up to find that while you slept, someone snuck in and fed a ton of crack-laced root vegetables to your "Lilly Kane, Vampire Slayer" bunny.

[drharper.livejournal.com]

I'm a masochist. Go fig. ;)