Remy: Dat good huh?

mmmhmm. They had sonic showers! The walls vibrate. You have any idea how much ladies like vibrating shower walls?

Wait, wait, my poor ol' brain needs to suss it out... Damn, that and space-booze means fun...

Yes. You are beginning to see, young, padawan.

Pup, I can still whup you.

That's a lot kinkier than I think you know, Uncle Remy.

Oh yes, like your generation invented sex. I'll have you know, I should own royalties on some tricks!

I really don't want to pay you a nickle every time I swear in French during a blowjob.

I'd have top stop going to Paris.

*radiates Cajun smugness* And dere are some nice places in Paris...

God, yes. You don't even know. The things they come up with there are pretty insane. But a hell of a lot of fun

Oui, have gotten skittish around de underworld of Paris, but breakin' oaths wit' crazy immortal chicks'll do dat to you...

Yeah, well, crazy ex-wives don't help, either.

thank God I dodged that bullet.

Yet. You never know. I got mistaken for the future traitorous sort-of son of a boss AND a immortal packrat.

I don't think I'm that interesting.

Neither did I.

The angst and turmoil just builds. It's like have many people write the story of your life for their own means...

What, the overinflated ego came later?

Who has an overinflated ego?

*innnocent*

Not I, said the cat.

(Chesh: You raaaaaang?)

I must be hearin' stuff again. oh well, chalk it up for crazy.

No, I think I heard it too. . . maybe we're both crazy.

Only one way to fix it. It involves tequila, bourbon and/or willing giggling bosomed participants.

You game?

Yeah. You bring the booze, I'll get girls. I look less sleazy and kinky. Once again we see why not to judge a book by its cover.

Sleazy?! Merci beaucoup, bandeur.

Heh. It's the mullet. It left its essence behind.

You know, I've tried to cut it and as soon as I pay the stylist. POOF.

Maybe it's a superpower? I can't get mine to lay flat to save my life.

I'd rather get my rogueish, floppy hair back. Et keep de scruff to a tasteful level, not dis logan/streetbum thing I've got...

Yeah, you need scruff control. Which seems to be steady denial of sex, for you.

*snerks* Okay, someone bitter is spreadin' rumors on me..

Heh. Three tries to guess who.

....

Merde.

yoooou might want to start sucking up a little more.

Yeah. I should. But having your gift immediately run through the hot-lists kind of tarnishes the original intent.

Probably. But some attempt is better than none

Clearly you haven't been watching my streak of luck wit' dat. Well, I can't steal flowers, maybe should start there...

You *could* steal flowers, but she'd know.

And the beau might start getting twitchy...

true. But that could be fun on its own.