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[Backdated to Saturday! James is looking p l e n t y pissed when he clicks on the camera, and for a moment there is just an incredibly pissed off face - and then he focuses the feed on his other hand, which is holding a book (naval war history). Except on closer inspection, he's not holding it at all. It's actually stuck to the palm of his hand.]

Parker, if you don't get in here and tell me how to turn this off, I swear I'm going to wring your neck.

[It was a lot funnier when he was just hearing about it happening to Peter, okay.]

[Spam for Vesper]

(Continued from here.)

[Take the bloody shot. It echoes in his thoughts, his ears, along with the clink of pressing his glass against Le Chiffre's in a toast, and he can feel his saliva foam, can taste blood (he's bitten into his lip), can taste the drink and it's killing him, killing him--

He doesn't wake until after Megamind's gone, but it feels like a lifetime, time has slowed to kill him a thousand different ways. He's jerking around on the bed, tangling himself up in his sheets, no doubt hurting himself, but instead of the pain waking him up, it's just further fueling the dreams.]

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I'll get to work on your theme song.

You do realize I'm armed.

You realize that you're a warden now and if you shoot an unarmed inmate you'll get your ass demoted, right?

And yet the more you speak, the more tempting it sounds.

You'd never hurt me. You talk a big game but you're soft, Warden.

You need an amendment there, I'd never kill you. Probably.

You wouldn't risk demotion just for the opportunity to kick my ass.

Also I have a big scary warden of my own, so, y'know. Something to consider.

Yes, his mask is terrifying. [Wave wave whatever shut up Chris stop implying he's gone soft cause he so has. Sigh.]

I'm going to get a sign to hang on my door. "Beware of Rorschach."

I'm sure he'll love it.

Good to have you back, asshole.

I hope you lock your door at night.

Are you shitting me? With my warden being who he is? No way.

Shame. I was hoping for some semblance of a challenge.

Oh, like a locked door has any kind of challenge to it.

Here? You never know. [But he is coming into your room and washing your god damn mouth out the second his ribs are healed buddy.]

I know that if I locked my door I'd be replacing it a lot more often.

[Bring it on, Bond]

I'm sure the Admiral would get tired of that. Might even give you beads one day.

Beads?

Hanging ones. [Don't you dare make him feel old, Chris.]

Jesus, that hippie 70s shit? What century are you from, again?

[Fuck you kid.]

Very witty. I'm still amazed you can be born in the nineties.

That's just how I roll.

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