POST : in character contact

[futuristical]

Yeah, it's Marcel. Talk to me or shut the fuck up. Better give me something good.

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[napoleonical]

[Ring - ring. Pick up, Marcel, come on, this is urgent!]

[M] audio

[futuristical]

[He's just spent the better half of an hour fucking some big-titted Norwegian chick, give him a fucking moment to wake up from his orgasm-induced sleep.]

Yeah. [Hoarsely.] What?

[M] audio

[napoleonical]

Did you talk to Amir about that latest shipment?

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[futuristical]

Told him not to sell the fucking goods to farmers. Those are guns for war lords and shit, not little fucking peasant boys.

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[napoleonical]

Next time, be clearer. We're facing a police investigation now.

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[futuristical]

How fucking clear do you want me to be, shitwit? I had a fucking gun to his temple.

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[napoleonical]

I want you to shoot his head off. This is the third time.

[M] audio

[futuristical]

Are you dumb? We'd be without a main contact in Niger. He's our go-to fucking guy.

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[napoleonical]

He's useless, Marcel, and I want him gone.

I'm not paying that government another cent because of him. You'll make sure of it.

[M] audio

[futuristical]

Yeah, whatever, your money's your fucking own. I'm just the garbage man. Throw me another fucking piece of crap.

[M] audio

[napoleonical]

Fine. Make it happen.

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[futuristical]

Want me to record it, too, mighty Augustus?

[M] audio

[napoleonical]

No. His ugly face is going to make me lose my appetites.

[M] audio

[futuristical]

Better cuddle your dick, so nothing happens to it. Fuck, it took forever to grow up, I'm not losing the fucking game now.

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[napoleonical]

... that was completely unnecessary. Stop thinking about that and do your job.

[M] audio

[futuristical]

My job's to be a good big bro. Like Hell, if looking out for my little bro isn't part of the fucking package.

[M] audio

[napoleonical]

To keep me alive, not to scar my brain.

[M] audio

[futuristical]

Your brain's so fucking scarred already, JL - I couldn't cut into it with a fucking kitchen knife.

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[napoleonical]

Oh, shut up.

[Pause. Aaand a hiss of anger, breath coming out through his teeth.]

He's spamming my inbox. Potos during the day, Amir during the night. It's a fucking disaster.

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[futuristical]

I'm gonna take him down, okay? Don't fucking waste your breath, whining like a girl.

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[napoleonical]

It's hardly whining when it's justified.

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[futuristical]

Yeah? All I hear right fucking now is whine whine fucking whine. Aren't you a grownass man or something? Painful.

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[napoleonical]

Keep trying to tell me to man up when all you do is take orders from dusk 'til dawn. It's amusing, if nothing else.

[M] audio

[futuristical]

Shut the fuck up, idiot. I don't own no fucking dictionary, but look up right-hand man and I'm the fucking definition. There's my fucking picture, right fucking there.

[M] audio

[napoleonical]

Look who's whining now.

[LOL]

It's late and I need coffee. We're done.

[M] audio

[futuristical]

[Growl.]

You know who the fuck is done? I'm fucking done.

[Beep beep beep. Goodbye, JL.]