Mr. Orange (Freddy Newendyke) (
orangetoughguy) wrote2011-11-27 04:57 pm
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Okay picture this: Bill Murray. He's made up like a zombie or whatever but who the hell cares? It's Bill fuckin' Murray and some guy who looks like a rough neck drifter Woody Boyd. Toking up. Together. Playing Ghostbusters.
With me. With motherfuckin' me.
I gotta sleep after car bombs and cereal bars again.
With me. With motherfuckin' me.
I gotta sleep after car bombs and cereal bars again.
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Mr. Orange- you are kidding me.
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About which part?
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[...nope. And don't mind Tony, he has been cramped in a workroom all week and literally has no idea what he's talking about right now without Dawn to tell him what's what.]
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I--[But.] We talked about 4 day weeks.
[Right? Oh crai he don't want to mess up so soon.] Yeah, Ghostbusters...
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Wait, hold up. What day is it?
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[Whoops. Ah well.]
Jarvis forgot to tell me.
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[Making it sound like Tony shouldn't have to work so much, really just interested in allllllll his projects.]
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[Ehe
ehehehehhe
eheh
He may or may not have some childish glee about this. While Steve wouldn't let him make repulsor-powered or rocket-powered or anything-powered boots, he didn't say anything about boots that could. Like. Shoot stuff.
Or super awesome traction boots that can withstand most temperatures and and.]