They really should accept me to fucking MENSA already.

[reanimated]

Oi, New Moore.

Let's play a game!

SHAG/MARRY/CLIFF
or
FUCK/MARRY/KILL
whichever you prefer, really.

You answer completely honestly and then leave your own triad and everyone else answers you and we fuck ourselves over for the conceivable rest of eternity.

Look, I'll even make the first one easy: Ramona, Shepard and that shifty forest bint, Aisling.

Comments

[reanimated]

No it's not! It's a fun game. C'mon, try me, let's get a nice back and forth going.

[subspaceflowers]

Fine. Conrad, Lau and Jenny.

[reanimated]

Oh please, that one's easy. Like I've said before, marry Lau for his infinite drug supply and repeatedly die the happiest man alive! I'm fairly certain he doesn't understand what marriage is anyway. Probably thinks it's a type of tapedeck. Shag Jenny and put Conrad out of his misery.

Tim, Victor and yours truly.

[subspaceflowers]

Hm. That one's actually kinda hard.

Marry Tim, fuck you, cliff Victor. Is he even legal yet? Gross, dude.

[reanimated]

Probably technically yes but eh who cares, legality clearly doesn't matter in this game. Look at the way the foetuses are all fighting over each other! It's hilarious. Also I didn't know Tim was such prime marriage material for you. Got anything you'd like to share with the class?

[subspaceflowers]

Well, I did date him for a year, so domesticity isn't really an issue. And I'd still rather fuck you than Victor, anyway. But if it were someone else instead of him my answers might be different.

[notvictorious]

Thanks.

[subspaceflowers]

It's for your own good. You're telling me that you'd have me after you know Nathan's already been there?

[notvictorious]

Who the hell talks like that?