voice.

[dogabuse.livejournal.com]

[ Pleasantly: ]

I don't suppose anyone has a talent for making custom gloves? Mine are quite ruined, and I really can't do without them.



[ ENCRYPTED TO: Schrodinger, Jan Valentine ]

Hello, pets. The Major has been so good as to loan you to me.

Won't you come by?

Comments

[yippiekiyay.livejournal.com]

Like you don't know. Cough up some of your petty shit, it'll still put you away for life.

[dogabuse.livejournal.com]

Come now, Mr. McClane. Can't we just get along?

[yippiekiyay.livejournal.com]

Not as long as you're dicing up little kids in some fucked up laboratory, we can't.

[dogabuse.livejournal.com]

I've been nothing but well-behaved since I arrived, Mr. McClane.

[yippiekiyay.livejournal.com]

Sez you. I'm sure your definition of good behavior doesn't quite jive with the rest of us here on Planet Earth.

[dogabuse.livejournal.com]

I haven't harmed any children. Does that suit your definition well enough, Mr. McClane?

[yippiekiyay.livejournal.com]

A step in the right direction. Do you even know why harming children is bad beyond the fact that it'll land you in prison again?

[dogabuse.livejournal.com]

[ A pause. ]

I suppose it's a matter of morals.

[yippiekiyay.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that sounds real convincing there, Ang.

How's it going, cozying up to your old boss, Nygma, again? Still fetching his coffee?

[dogabuse.livejournal.com]

I don't see how it matters, Mr. McClane. I am not breaking the law, am I?

[yippiekiyay.livejournal.com]

What you do matters, Angie. Comes with being an ex-con.

And time will tell if you're breaking the law and just hiding it. You were pretty good at that last time around.

[dogabuse.livejournal.com]

Have a little faith, Mr. McClane.

[yippiekiyay.livejournal.com]

I'll need to see a miracle, first.