log post II

[orangetoughguy]

third person narrative, action bracket spam, anything goes
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[orangetoughguy]

He changes fuckin' color, you fuck.

[Seriously why can't a color changing toucan shit diamonds?? Don't let him see you sweat, Newendyke. The kid waves a hand at Pink as if to say to Larry "See this fuckwad here?" He couldn't convince White there was a rat in the house even when the rat was bleeding right there in his arms. He'll fly under the radar again.]

Fine.

[Get out get out get out get out Newendyke. He gives one last glare at the cat before briskly making his way to the door.]

[whitetwoguns]

Am I sure? Motherfucker, I saw it happen.

[Oh he sees those gestures, kid. Larry shakes his head.]

Anyway. We'll keep an ear open for you.

[That fucking cat. Oh look. Freddy's moving. He more than happily follows.]

You gonna cook something?

[To fuse the cat smell.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Toucan Sam followed his fucking nose to the diamonds.

[Morons.]

I cook most days. You asking to stay and eat after coming in here and giving me crap about the fucking bird?

[orangetoughguy]

Man I don't give a single fuck what your theory is. You know he's missing, you know I want him back. Just give a fuckin' phonecall if you see him.

[Too bad this time Freddy can't play dead or fuckin' dyin'. He's just gonna start up another smoke out here in the hallway.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Pink, in a place that's got people that are half animal half who knows the fuck and little girls with candy colored hair who fight demons or something... you gotta hold on to logic. Huh. Larry is muscling his way through anyway.]

Just a question.

[The man is a son of a bitch but can whip up nice like Betty Crocker.]

See ya round, Pink.

[Larry waves a paw at the weasel. No goodbye for you, cat.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Yeah, good luck with that magic bird shit.

[It's a pun! Hur hur. He closes the door after they leave]