Carry On My Wayward Son

See, dude, that wasn't hard.

Okay, so like, I'm assuming you have a thing, like I have a senses and ears and healing factor thing, so, in the like questions you probably don't have to answer but we're all gonna bug you until you do way, what's the thing?

Bea Arthur? The grouchy old chick from the old chick show?

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I have a healing factor thing and a speed/agility/strength thing. They're sort of separate things. It's weird.

Also, you get a free pass because you don't know any better, but don't disrespect Bea. She's the most talented, most beautiful actress there is and I won't stand for people disrespecting her.

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Oh, I have an agility thing too. It's pretty cool. Mine are all kind of ... mixed up but also separate, it's confusing.

Dude, she's like, 90 and isn't she dead?

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New guy? Welcome to the madhouse.

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Things usually are. Weird and confusing, I mean.

You do know bringing that up constitutes disrespect, right?

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It's so cozy and warm.

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Oh, do you totally zone out when the docs try explaining it to you too?

I'm not saying, I'm just saying. Whatever you wanna bang is your own business I just ... it's like someone who likes eating natto. Whatever makes you happy but dude, what?

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Pretty much. I mean, I try to pay attention. Sometimes it halfway works.

You just quit sayin' and we'll be good.

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Don't hate, Sophia is totally an OG.

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So I shouldn't like, tell you about this one time Ramsey made me watch that Star Wars thing because it was like, if he won it was bad Star Wars thing with her, and if I won it was him translating some licha libre stuff I had on DVD?

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She's the slutty old chick, right?

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And mad. But whatever turns your turtle.

In the spirit of introduction, and cribbing from yours because plagiarism is the sincerest form of...something.

Name: Doug Ramsey
Occupation: IT monkey for the Snow Valley Memorial Centre for Mutant Affairs and Pretentious Spellings
Reason for being here: I'm an alumnus of Xavier's, though I live in New York City these days. But I still am around the madhouse every so often.
Likes: Computers, martial arts
Dislikes: Tequila, talking electronics

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The Star Wars Holiday Special.

Truly a special level of hell.

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... disrespect.

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What, you have a think for all old ladies now?

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So you don't like the coffeemaker that told me today that I really wanted a vanilla latte?

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No, dude, she's the feisty old Sicilian lady so you know she was mafia even though she didn't say it. Mafia, therefore, OG

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What, you have a thing for disrespecting all of them?

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No. If it ever says anything in Russian, or talks about 'the proletariat', just run.

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OH. I dunno their names. It's grouchy old chick, slutty old chick, dumb old chick (oh, she's Betty White who is cool) and REALLY grouchy old chick who is grouchy old chick's mom.

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Nah, I just got confused cause dude the only one I know is Betty White and that's cause she was on SNL.

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Weird. Cause I kind of did really want a vanilla latte. And I don't even like coffee.

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No, it's grouchy old lady, slutty old lady, naive old lady, and feisty og. You've got to get these things right. (I can't remember anyone's name but Blanche and Sophia. Blanche is the slutty, Southern one. Guess which one my dad liked?)

Edited Date: 2011-02-08 04:00 am (UTC)

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Mister Wilson, your biometrics and voice have been added to the mansion's recognition database- enabling you to request a piping hot or nicely chilled beverage from HB2.7 at anytime you'd like.

And Mister Ramsey, she will not be enslaving humanity on my watch.

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