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I'm not sleepy at all. Really. @.@ Trust me.
Okay, maybe I am. Just a tad. It's completely my own fault though. I'm mostly posting out of a combination of boredom and an unusually strong will to laze. One day I am going to post a long ramble on Keyblades, Heartless, Nobodies and Riku, but I just don't have the braincells currently functioning to do so.
Maybe I should just pimp![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
organizationlix? Yes, I think I will.
Pimp. Pimpimp.
That was fun. :D
Seriously though, they're insanely awesome. I choked on my lemonade more than once, and they're currently the most listened-to thing on my MP3 Player. (Which is courtesy of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
clex_monkie89 BTW, because we have an understanding. That is, she'll kidnap me and force me to let her buy me things if I refuse too loudly. It goes both ways.) Pieces of dialog that particularly get me are:
Xemnas: And that night, after the prom, he made me a woman.
Xigbar: Oh, you know. Scratchin'. Belchin'. Shootin' things. Everything Number Eleven doesn't do.
Xaldin: Might it have occurred to you that we're numbered in descending order of who lost their heart? And therefore you being second is only due to your inability to dodge out of the way.
Vexen: What I really want is a snow—you know those things at the ski resorts that make snow. They never do it right! It's just the wrong kind, it's not flaky and fluffy and delightful, it's just these stupid little granules.
Lexaus: [is incomprehensible]
Zexion: They continually shouted at me to remove my shirt. So I thought perhaps that was some sort of greeting ritual. I participated. [I: And?] They cheered and threw beads at me sir.
Saix: If you do not cease that screeching noise instantly, I will be forced to bludgeon your non-existent body with that instrument until I am pleased with the sound.
Axel: Let's just put it this way. I have a thing for people. In belts. And chocobo hair. Got it memorized? Don't call the cops.
Demyx: Xigbar, my life is over! I got knocked up and now I've screwed up my life!
Luxord: He... did things to me. Things that would scar a mortal man for life and should never be spoken of less I remember—Marluxia... What are you doing with that rubber duck? No I'm not enjoying this one bit, I—drrghhaaaaahhhhhhhhhh~!!! Sorry about that. Next question!
Larxene: You want to know how it would start? With you on your knees praying to the porcelain god every damn morning. And then heartburn, constipation and headaches set in. Before you know it, your stomach has distended outwards like a boa constrictor digesting a moose. And that little parasite keeps eating away at you, making demands of your appetite and hormones. Soon you're craving things only Xemnas or Zexion would eat. Picked egg pie and triple berry mushroom sorbet. Crap like that. And then in a massive explosion of pain and fluids it will tear its way out of you, crying, clawing and screaming like some freakish alien thing. Plus your cooter will never be the same.
Also Larxene (because she's that awesome): I've never been pregnant. As a fully independent and modern woman, I use every form of contraception possible. Condoms, diaphrams, spermicide, pills, shots, sponges. You'll never find more hostile territory than my vagina.
Marluxia: Can one be cruel without a heart?
Roxas: It... looked like milk though...
Naminé: That sounds like a great idea! You two just go on into the kitchen, and I'll be here. Alone. And safe.
Repliku: What did you find for $599 and how did you get it on a sticker for my ass?
DiZ: Look, I'm not going to ask anyone to understand what happens between a man and a mouse when they're in a trench together during the Korean War—or maybe it was Viet Nam—or maybe it was, you know, while we were playing Atari together.
Patrick: [is adorable]
Today's interesting bit of random:
I think that was random enough.
I'm not sleepy at all. Really. @.@ Trust me.
Okay, maybe I am. Just a tad. It's completely my own fault though. I'm mostly posting out of a combination of boredom and an unusually strong will to laze. One day I am going to post a long ramble on Keyblades, Heartless, Nobodies and Riku, but I just don't have the braincells currently functioning to do so.
Maybe I should just pimp
organizationlix? Yes, I think I will. Pimp. Pimpimp.
That was fun. :D
Seriously though, they're insanely awesome. I choked on my lemonade more than once, and they're currently the most listened-to thing on my MP3 Player. (Which is courtesy of
clex_monkie89 BTW, because we have an understanding. That is, she'll kidnap me and force me to let her buy me things if I refuse too loudly. It goes both ways.) Pieces of dialog that particularly get me are:Xemnas: And that night, after the prom, he made me a woman.
Xigbar: Oh, you know. Scratchin'. Belchin'. Shootin' things. Everything Number Eleven doesn't do.
Xaldin: Might it have occurred to you that we're numbered in descending order of who lost their heart? And therefore you being second is only due to your inability to dodge out of the way.
Vexen: What I really want is a snow—you know those things at the ski resorts that make snow. They never do it right! It's just the wrong kind, it's not flaky and fluffy and delightful, it's just these stupid little granules.
Lexaus: [is incomprehensible]
Zexion: They continually shouted at me to remove my shirt. So I thought perhaps that was some sort of greeting ritual. I participated. [I: And?] They cheered and threw beads at me sir.
Saix: If you do not cease that screeching noise instantly, I will be forced to bludgeon your non-existent body with that instrument until I am pleased with the sound.
Axel: Let's just put it this way. I have a thing for people. In belts. And chocobo hair. Got it memorized? Don't call the cops.
Demyx: Xigbar, my life is over! I got knocked up and now I've screwed up my life!
Luxord: He... did things to me. Things that would scar a mortal man for life and should never be spoken of less I remember—Marluxia... What are you doing with that rubber duck? No I'm not enjoying this one bit, I—drrghhaaaaahhhhhhhhhh~!!! Sorry about that. Next question!
Larxene: You want to know how it would start? With you on your knees praying to the porcelain god every damn morning. And then heartburn, constipation and headaches set in. Before you know it, your stomach has distended outwards like a boa constrictor digesting a moose. And that little parasite keeps eating away at you, making demands of your appetite and hormones. Soon you're craving things only Xemnas or Zexion would eat. Picked egg pie and triple berry mushroom sorbet. Crap like that. And then in a massive explosion of pain and fluids it will tear its way out of you, crying, clawing and screaming like some freakish alien thing. Plus your cooter will never be the same.
Also Larxene (because she's that awesome): I've never been pregnant. As a fully independent and modern woman, I use every form of contraception possible. Condoms, diaphrams, spermicide, pills, shots, sponges. You'll never find more hostile territory than my vagina.
Marluxia: Can one be cruel without a heart?
Roxas: It... looked like milk though...
Naminé: That sounds like a great idea! You two just go on into the kitchen, and I'll be here. Alone. And safe.
Repliku: What did you find for $599 and how did you get it on a sticker for my ass?
DiZ: Look, I'm not going to ask anyone to understand what happens between a man and a mouse when they're in a trench together during the Korean War—or maybe it was Viet Nam—or maybe it was, you know, while we were playing Atari together.
Patrick: [is adorable]
I think that was random enough.
