voice;

[amoray]

So.

Any a you ewer had a nemesis before? Like fated fuckin' contentiousness, always gettin' up each others' gills doin' shit just to irritate 'em, duelin' to practically the death, maybe makin' out a little, that kinda thing.

See, I'm in the market for just that particular arrangement, and while I'm personally a master of the bellicose arts and don't need any adwice or nothin', I obwiously got a wested interest in how humans go about poorly imitatin' the quadrant. What with my bein' the main troll-human confidante in these parts and such.

[he pronounces it "con-fee-dawn-tay". also he means intermediary.]

Despite most of you bein' from a society bearin' a sewerely inferior romance system and therefore gettin' your emotions all scrambled up wrong from the get-go 'cos of it, I'd appreciate hearin' some personal tales.

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[amoray]

What, you get somebody to do it for you?

[centurybaby]

Nobody made that your fucking business. Unless you're interested in having your spine fucking ripped out, then I'll be real fucking pleased to help you out.

[amoray]

I think I just made it my fuckin' business.

And I still ain't too conwinced you can do much of anythin' except run your goddamn blister, here.

[centurybaby]

Bring it on, assfuck. I don't even need my powers to deal with you.

[amoray]

When you free next? We'll make it a date.

[centurybaby]

For you? I'll clear my schedule just to make sure I get to beat your stupid face in.

[amoray]

Charmed.

Let me know when you got a minute, and I'll make sure to come hand your ass to you real proper.

[centurybaby]

It's so fucking cute when you're ridiculously deluded, Eridan.

[amoray]

If you're goin' to hit on me, I expect some offer a contrition I can throw in your fuckin' nauseatin' pink face.

For the record.

[centurybaby]

Yeah? What the fuck am I supposed to be apologizing to you for again?