42nd Inning

[freakinblur]

[[This post is backdated to January 24, after the events of this log!]]

[See Scout. See Scout run. Run Scout, run! Anyone passing him by this morning is free to try and stop/talk to him, but he's in a rather foul mood.

Scout's destinations are the doors of 726 Anderson and 1492 Kramden. The former to "talk" with Eddie, the latter to check on Ema. Knock knock!]

[[Household/family members are free to threadjack, we can dot a posting order!]]

Comments

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Stops

turns around]

Yeah, ya know him? Ya know, fer a guy who thinks he's so freakin' smart, he's the biggest idiot in town!

[greatestmanll40.livejournal.com]

I suppose you could say we were former... associates.

But tell me, what did he do to anger you?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

That's a long story, pally. I ain't got time to flap my gums when there's faces ta punch.

Oh man so sorry I forgot to respond...

[greatestmanll40.livejournal.com]

I really must impose though.

You can give me the abridged version.

's ok! i backtag forever.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

He stabbed in me an' my friend in tha back, sold us out to Grady, an' now I'm gonna punch him in tha goddamn face. Ya want I should demonstrate?

[greatestmanll40.livejournal.com]

[Luthor doesn't act much surprised]

Oh my. How unfortunate. And no need, I won't stand in your way.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Too bad. I wouldn't 'a minded pencilin' ya into the schedule! But I got 'a bigger fish ta fry. Kinda.

[and off he runs again!]