Aldi (aldiara) wrote in eskimo_kiss, @ 2010-04-22 01:01:00 |
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Spoiler Rifftracks (eps 938-942)
Egon: *RANT RAVE ANGERCAKES ZOMG-MY-BLOOD-PRESSURE-GRRRRRR*
Roman: Dad?
Egon: WHAT, YOU MISBEGOTTEN BE-PURPLE-SHIRTED SODOMITE CHILD?
Roman: Pls stop running your finger down my bare chest. It's deeply, deeply disturbing. In an "I've read Simone/Deniz fic that was less disturbing" kinda way.
Marc: Hooookay. There will be no touching of the slender blond skater.
Egon: ...the whatnow?
Roman: Maaaaarc, fail!
Marc: Gah, soz. Been wading through badfic all afternoon to get my noms for the SEXYS together.
Egon: The whowha?
Roman: And we haven't been acting any of it out.
Marc: No, not at all.
Egon: ...can-you-please-be-kicking-me-out-now?
Claudia: Concentrate. Focus. Isabelle-in-the-shower is just a minor mind mojo away from being Isabelle-bits-waiting-to-be-scraped-off-t
Katja: All I wanted was a mum who packs me lunches and tells me to clean up my crap.
Claudia: SQUEEZE WITH YOUR MIND. MAIM WITH YOUR THOUGHTS. ATTA GIRL.
Egon: YOU FOUND HIM WHERENOW?
Policeman1: Train station. John.
Egon: DOING WHAT AND WHY IS YOUR FLY UNDONE?
Policeman1: ...no-reason-at-all.
Policeman2: *snerk*
Florian: What? Being a rentboy is awesome. Deniz said so.
Egon: sdl;sk;dksdlkjsflsdl;als;'akl;akd;.
Egon: Listen here, kid. Wild men are manly. Wild men are butch. Wild men don't go for that sort of thing.
Florian: Uhm, have you MET Roman?
Egon: Do not speak to me of He Who Must Not Be Named. My point is, Wild men do not suck off strangers in train station loos for money.
Florian: Chill. I did it for cigs.
Egon: Gimme that bag. I need to plant into it stat.
Policeman1: *snicker "wild men YOUBETCHA" gigglesnort bwahahaha*
Policeman2: Dude, you're too easy.
Egon: I SHALL TAKE YOU AWAY FROM THIS TOWN OF EMPTY COFFEE CUPS AND RAMPANT HOMOSEXUALITY EVEN IF I HAVE TO RIP YOUR BRANDNEW RENTBOY JACKET FIRST.
Roman: Hey. Mitts off the jacket squirrel.
Egon: *hairtears* But you wanted him gone anyway!
Roman: Well, uhm. Deniz is fond of him and I said he could keep him if he cleans up his cage. Besides, that's MY bag-o-condoms.
Florian: No it's not. Deniz sent them from New York. They've got, like, too many or something.
Egon: Dear god, Please strike me deaf, thx, Yours in eternal Old Testament wrath, Egon.
Jenny: Miss Bergmann, I don't think you understood my wardrobe memo. It's salmon-for-girls-denim-blue-for-boys day. You are supposed to be salmon.
Katja: I know, and I like Denim Blue wrapped tightly about me.
Aliciabelle: Or I could be Salmon and, you know. Wrap naked you.
Katja: That also works.
Jenny: Mrrrrow yes.
Ben: Huh?
Jenny: Shup and look pretty, manslave.
Aliciabelle: You mean this isn't the AWZ Barbies Hated By Wardrobe party?
Lenabot: No, this is Greasy Max's Impregnable Blondes Stash.
Aliciabelle: Awkward.
Lenabot: You can be vice president.
Aliciabelle: Yay?
Greasy Max: *sob* And then he broke my kendo staff and ran away giggling and now he's TELLING ALL HIS FRIENDS, MUM YOU MUST MAKE HIM HURT.
Simone: Shhh, precious. Mummy's working.
Greasy Max: Oh yeh, the orange thing. How's that coming along?
Simone: Smashing. Just keep up the concealment charm, kk?
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Katja: It smells fishy, that's all.
Annette: What, was Celine here?
Katja: Ew, no. I mean, you don't even LIKE orange.
Annette: Oh, that. Just felt like a change.
Katja: Mirror Twin detects mind rape.
Axel: Mr. Öztürk! Has my tempestuous, extremely satisfactory, not-entirely-businesslike marriage extravaganza with your former finally necessitated the acquisition of a more generously dimensioned Box of Woe?
Marian: No, it's fish. For Celine.
Axel: To cook?
Marian: No, you twat, to take a hint.
Deniz: ALIEN SPACE HOST DISGUISED AS LUXEMBOURG FANGIRLS. RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!
Claudia: Ready are you? What know you of ready? For eight hundred years have I trained Jedi!
Katja: Muuuuuuuum.
Claudia: A Jedi uses the Force for knowledge and defense, never for attack. Unless, like, you quite badly need some blonde skater dead.
Katja: Oh hai passers-by. This is the crazy lady who lives in the halfpipe and tells fortunes. She follows me around for no reason at all. Dammit, I could be in the ballet room right now, helping Aliciabelle stretch.
Claudia: Luminous beings are we, not this crude matter. Also, you can kill them with your brain.
Katja: Mum, I'm late, Roman's waiting. We have our How To Cope With Sucky Parents Popping Out Of Revisionist Show History session today.