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Nny paced the Room, his thin arms behind his back, head bowed in deep thought. There was a human version of Pinocchio's Jiminy-fucking-cricket in his house. A Cricket that was currently fitting his windows with drapes in an effort to make the place look more 'normal'. He just thanked the Moose that after hours of threatening his own neck with the broken base of a lamp he'd managed to talk her out of pastels. He cringed thinking about it. Pastel. On HIS windows. Never. Having had to resort to the lamp again, he also explained that with his... lifestyle... carpet just would not be practical. Particularly beige carpet.
He growled lightly to himself, wondering if this was God's roundabout way of punishing him while justifying his actions.
"God doesn't do things like that."
Oh fucking hell she's doing the mind-read-ie thing again..
Little Miss Cricket herself was walking into the room now, and the fact that her clothes were white and still unstained was testament to her Martha-Stewart-ness. Her hands were on her hips and her head was tilted, giving her the appearance of some fucked-up camp counselor.
"Now Johnny, are you upset?"
Yep, counselor-speech.
"Of course not! Why would I be upset?! It's just that a GHOST who acts like a fucking ROBOT is fitting my windows for DRAPES and I just happen to be a PSYCHO-FUCKING-MURDERER!!"
"Jonathon -no-middle-initial-C. I don't think I'm very comfortable with that language, young man."
He was really tempted to try stabbing her to death again. Really tempted. Oh HOLY CRAP was he tempted. Instead, he just turned and made for the door.
"I'm going to kill something.."
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AN: VERRRRRY short chapter. Because I'm writing this with 5 minutes to run to my bus @.@ But anyway..reviews and such please? Please?