War Is Coming Communications.

Vi is bored. We all know what that means.

The question of the afternoon is: pirates or ninjas?

I'm thinking about going for a run in the morning, anyone want to join me?

[Booth]
I think that your friend Lance thinks I'm nuts.

How are you doing, though? And Parker?


[Hardison]
Do I come off as nutty? I don't think I do, but maybe I'm wrong?

Stop helping.

I'm sure there's a perfectly logical explanation for my bizarre behavior the other evening.

If anyone caught last night's little performance at the Roadhouse and recorded it, delete it now. You don't, you'll find yourself in a world of hurt.

Do I need to start sedating people for their own protection?

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So. Today sucks. There anywhere around here I can get ice cream chocolatey enough to put me in a coma 'till it's over?

Where's Bill Murray when you need him?

Nearly being stepped on by a giant marshmallow was just what I needed in my day.

Hey. You got a minute?

I've been doing some research on New Orleans and as soon as we get down there and settled in I'm going over to the Old Ursuline Convent. I mean, I'm sure you all know about it already but it's am amazing resource, the oldest building in the Mississippi Valley, the archdiocese records which, you know, super interesting especially with the whole apocalypse and angels and demons stuff. There's about eight million records and documents I want to check over and I haven't even seen the index yet.

Thing is Buffy's going to be pretty busy, you know, kicking undead ass to break me in plus she might hurt the books and I don't exactly have any kind of credentials that would get me past the tourist-y museum part. So, questions! I have some!

1) Can anyone make me some kind of fake ID or other credentials to get me in?
2) Anything anyone wants me to look in to specifically?
3) Fellow witchy type people: anything special from New Orleans you want me to bring back for you?

I need to borrow someone's vehicle on the 22nd and 23rd. I also need to exist as part of the general population.

Me and Lucille go away for a week and we got even more superheroes up in this joint? Man, what else have I missed?

And I didn't think I'd ever say this, but I think I'm going to go into junk food coma. Eliot, rescue me.

Hey, so. If I ask you for a favor, is that going to be weird? 'Cause I think I need your help with something.

[Hardison]
Do you have a few minutes to meet me down in Security?

Um, hey, so... let's never do that again, guys, okay?

[Hardison]

Look, I'm sorry I tried to kill you. Not saying we're friends now, or anything, but I definitely didn't need to try to kill you, just walking away would have been fine, except apparently pride makes me turn into a bitch, so. Uh, yeah. Sorry about that.

So who went and thought I'd want an issue of Hellblazer? Especially this particular issue

Been banned from a bar, a coffee shop, attempted a strangling with a TV cable, and ended up with a federal weapon. Still not the worst week of my life.

For what it's worth, sorry for my behavior.

I'm just going to come out and say it since writing something eloquent would only prolong my complete embarrassment over this situation.

I'm sorry for turning into Slutty Slayer. I'm not usually like that at all. I respect boundaries and couples and 'no'.

Once again, I am really, really, really sorry. If there's anything I can do to make it up, please tell me.