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2011-02-07 01:37 am (UTC)
Why. So. RELEVANT?!... /ashamed
[He busts into maniacal laughter, unable to control himself as the echo fills the warehouse.]
Oh! I love that look!
[Have the sincerest expression ever, Diana.]
Really, it's what keeps me going in these hard times.
[That sincere expression turns into a much darker, intimidating glare.]
Now, why don't you put your little string away before I get
nasty
? Ooooh boys!
[At his signal, a pair of cackling hyenas emerge from the shadows, followed by a dozen clown-clad goons with Tommy-Guns.]
You may be fast, D's, but your little armbands can't block
every
bullet.
[His own look of realization comes to his face.]
By the way... can I call you D's or is it Double D's? You know what they say... men can never tell!
[His laughter fills the room once again.]
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Why. So. RELEVANT?!... /ashamed
Oh! I love that look!
[Have the sincerest expression ever, Diana.]
Really, it's what keeps me going in these hard times.
[That sincere expression turns into a much darker, intimidating glare.]
Now, why don't you put your little string away before I get nasty? Ooooh boys!
[At his signal, a pair of cackling hyenas emerge from the shadows, followed by a dozen clown-clad goons with Tommy-Guns.]
You may be fast, D's, but your little armbands can't block every bullet.
[His own look of realization comes to his face.]
By the way... can I call you D's or is it Double D's? You know what they say... men can never tell!
[His laughter fills the room once again.]