[ Fuck you, Jack. Fuck you and your defunct measuring techniques. The Sadburns (tm) are bigger and more lush than your feeble fakey-fake hologram sideburns could ever be. Fuck you, buddy. FUCK YOU. THIS IS ONE CRIME TOO FAR, BUCKO.
Meaning um Tim flinches slightly at Hal 9000's sudden movement, then narrows his eyes. U wot, m8? ]
You got a problem?
[ His tone isn't exactly aggressive, but it's certainly not a pleasant inquiry. He shoots Rhys a disgruntled look to go along with it. ]
no subject
Meaning um Tim flinches slightly at Hal 9000's sudden movement, then narrows his eyes. U wot, m8? ]
You got a problem?
[ His tone isn't exactly aggressive, but it's certainly not a pleasant inquiry. He shoots Rhys a disgruntled look to go along with it. ]
'Cause I was just trying to help out, man.