Somewhere, within the complex and boggling depths of this mind...
CJ: *stands up on the table and roars* I WANT MY SYSTEM OF A DOWN NOW DAMMIT!!!!!!!!
Jon: *tries to fend off insane cap wearing tomboy with CD case held before him*
CJ: NOT THAT ONE!!! I WANT THE NEW ONE!!! WHY?!!!??!?? WHY MUST THE SINGLE COST AU$31?!?!??!?!? I WANT QUESTION! DAMMIT!!!!
Cheryl: *mutters* not our fault it's bloody expensive....besides!!! we can just leave the website on and let Question! play non stop!!! X|
CJ: *turns sharply on her heel and looms over the bespectacled one* I STILL WANT THE BLOODY CD DAMMIT!!!
A knife whizzes through the air and almost hits CJ who manages to duck in time.
Cammy: Idiot, your antics are going to upset Charlie again. You know she's an untrained empath. *glares*
CJ: *visibly snarls before reigning in her emotions* If anyone needs me, I'll be with my punching bag. *stomps off*
Cammy: *reaches over to smack the back of Cheryl's head*
Cheryl: OW!
Cammy: Stop programming nonsense again. You'll keep screwing up the social response at the rate you're going with the different commands and responses you're keying in.
Jon: *peers over shoulder* Bloody Fuck! Some of these are extreme!! And on the opposite ends of the spectrum!! Are you nuts?! *receives 2 death glares*
Somewhere in the distance,
CJ: I want my songs dammit!!! *kicks apart a battered equipment*
CJ: *stands up on the table and roars* I WANT MY SYSTEM OF A DOWN NOW DAMMIT!!!!!!!!
Jon: *tries to fend off insane cap wearing tomboy with CD case held before him*
CJ: NOT THAT ONE!!! I WANT THE NEW ONE!!! WHY?!!!??!?? WHY MUST THE SINGLE COST AU$31?!?!??!?!? I WANT QUESTION! DAMMIT!!!!
Cheryl: *mutters* not our fault it's bloody expensive....besides!!! we can just leave the website on and let Question! play non stop!!! X|
CJ: *turns sharply on her heel and looms over the bespectacled one* I STILL WANT THE BLOODY CD DAMMIT!!!
A knife whizzes through the air and almost hits CJ who manages to duck in time.
Cammy: Idiot, your antics are going to upset Charlie again. You know she's an untrained empath. *glares*
CJ: *visibly snarls before reigning in her emotions* If anyone needs me, I'll be with my punching bag. *stomps off*
Cammy: *reaches over to smack the back of Cheryl's head*
Cheryl: OW!
Cammy: Stop programming nonsense again. You'll keep screwing up the social response at the rate you're going with the different commands and responses you're keying in.
Jon: *peers over shoulder* Bloody Fuck! Some of these are extreme!! And on the opposite ends of the spectrum!! Are you nuts?! *receives 2 death glares*
Somewhere in the distance,
CJ: I want my songs dammit!!! *kicks apart a battered equipment*