31st Inning

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[Scout can be seen leaving the post office bleeding profusly from the left side of his head, holding his hand to it to try and slow it down. He looks extremely pissed off and he's marching off towards his house to get on the phone.

He would have been marching off towards *Sideswipe's* house, but he realizes he doesn't know where he lives. So he's spared a punch to the nose. For now.

Fail!Filter to Sideswipe:]

I hope yer happy! I turned in my 5 tops ta get my bat and that bastard mail man took my fuckin' ear!

Jesus Christ... I'm gettin' really sick of havin' to die to fix this shit.

Comments

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Traded in only 5 lousy tops an' they took my fuckin' ear for it! A little lopsided of a trade if ya ask me.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

I... I had no idea... It... Can we get it back?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Damned if I know. Ya think he's just keepin' 'em in a jar back there? It was just, like, gone in a second like someone ripped it offa my head. An' then the Mailman pretty much disappeared.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

I don't know! It could be possible!

... Did you get the damage repaired, at least...?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

I patched it up. I've had worse. I am sick 'a this kinda shit though. Here I had ta open my mouth about not losin' anythin' over in the Soviet town.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

... You don't think that's why they did it, do you?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Shit, I hope not.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

Ah... so... do I.