I may be a lemming...
Jan. 29th, 2003 02:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vaznettibut at least I won't die by throwing myself off a cliff. Instead...
I will be decapitated by head hunters.
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I will be decapitated by head hunters.
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Date: 2003-01-29 11:30 am (UTC)You do realize my job title is Headhunter, don't you? FEAR ME.
:::falls over cackling:::
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Date: 2003-01-29 11:36 am (UTC)OK. I hadn't realized that. Or rather, I knew it but didn't realize that it meant I needed to worry about you cutting my frickin' head off. Now I'm laughing so hard I'm crying.
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Date: 2003-01-29 11:46 am (UTC)Well, whether or not I would do it without warning depends on two key factors:
1. My mood at the time.
2. If I consider you friend or foe.
So, you're probably safe. *g*
Except...it IS your destiny-death, apparently. Would you rather be beheaded by a tribe of freakish strangers in a lonely rain forest, or by someone you knew and trusted, who would be sure not to muss your hair in the decapitation process, and wouldn't leave your body to rot on the jungle floor?
Don't worry, you have plenty of time to decide. ;-)
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Date: 2003-01-29 11:59 am (UTC)I think I's have to go with the complete strangers. Because if you were cutting off my head, I'd be spending my last moments worrying about how I'd offended you. Whereas if it were headhunters, I could relax and enjoy the scenery. Or, you know, not. But I'd be able to think about something else, at least until the blood stopped getting to my brain. Plus, I would end up with my shrunken head stuck on a pole, which would make a pretty neat memorial.
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Date: 2003-01-29 12:16 pm (UTC)So, what you're saying is, I can't even get my friends to give me a little extra side-work.
Yeah, I really do need to find another job; this market is BAD. ;-)
:::drops machete and goes to pout in the corner:::
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Date: 2003-01-29 12:43 pm (UTC)Well, since you've dropped the machete and I'm destined to sneeze my brain out, maybe you could instead help me with a hankie? *g*
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Date: 2003-01-29 12:49 pm (UTC)Do you need me to cut your head, er, nose, off for you? You know, as long as I'm helping you out and all? I'm just trying to make myself useful for my friends.
Teehee.
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Date: 2003-01-29 12:56 pm (UTC)Hmm. I'm trying to think whether brains or blood is worse to wipe off the monitor.
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Date: 2003-01-29 01:04 pm (UTC)OMG. I'm scaring myself now. I feel like I'm channeling Krycek or something. *g*
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Date: 2003-01-29 01:14 pm (UTC)Okay, see, there are days when you read somebody's post, and you actually fucking HEAR their voice in your head, saying the words as you read them. And it's not due to a neurological disorder or anything; it's just that the words are so...THEM...you can't NOT hear their voice saying those words, with just the right inflection and everything.
I can still hear your extra emphasis on that first "dead", Kristen (perhaps with an accompanying hand gesture, and big wide eyes). I honestly don't know what that means.
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Date: 2003-01-29 01:27 pm (UTC)BAHAHAHA. I'm so busted. There was no "perhaps" about it - I had to stop while I was typing to wave my hands. (And then I had to stop again to shake them at myself when I got to "that's what I'm here for!") I swear I'd be a much better typist if I didn't talk with my hands so much.
I honestly don't know what that means.
I think it means you know me too well. Or that I am as transparent as Saran Wrap. Or both.
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Date: 2003-01-29 01:46 pm (UTC)I am laughing now. So. Hard.
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Date: 2003-01-29 01:53 pm (UTC)So, as your friend, can I offer you a decapitation, too? No extra charge for the cleanup! *g*
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Date: 2003-01-29 01:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-01-29 02:51 pm (UTC)Innocence, thy name is... not Kristen. *g*
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Date: 2003-01-30 06:34 am (UTC)Hey, what's that supposed to mea--...
Oh, okay. Good point. *g*
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Date: 2003-01-29 01:36 pm (UTC)Nah. Because you're offering to keep everything neat and tidy because you really care about us, while Krycek would be doing that to cover his tracks...
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Date: 2003-01-29 03:06 pm (UTC)Well, you see, I'm a housewife. Even in my death throes, I must wipe. This is my curse.
I am, however, moved by the thought of you caringly, painstakingly cleaning my splattered monitor. If ever I need an assassin... *g*
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Date: 2003-01-30 05:12 am (UTC)I will be crushed by a giant duck!
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You couldn't see off my giant duck, could you?
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Date: 2003-01-30 06:35 am (UTC)I'll see what I can do about finding a bigger machete, and then get to work! ;-)
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