Re: Text: Sam/Lin
[This text takes several minutes of typing on a tiny ass keyboard as Lin is slumped miserably on his own sofa.]
Well, first I felt like killing myself. That feeling was immediately replaced by an urge to verbally slap Daniel for hurting your feelings, which I appeased, more or less. There were *hilarious* high-brow jokes, because apparently, it's surprising to find someone who knows what das Nibelungenlied is.
Then what... oh, right. We talked about you some more and he was a general ass about it. He refused to shake my hand (again: ass), but I forced him to. Insert backhanded compliments about his computer and living space, closely followed by rude, sharp comment.