Drop your panties, Sir William; I cannot wait until lunchtime!

[hope]

semplice randomly texted me this afternoon. Alarmingly, it was while I was idly fondling my phone as it sat on my desk. What followed was a... conversation.


(lana = white, me = green. I am too lazy to transcribe. Yay iphone screenshots!)

Comments

[semplice.livejournal.com]

AHAHAHA I believe that could not be any more apt if you tried. Cannot stop laughing.

[irradiatedsoup.livejournal.com]

Right? I am so right. But I had to just write this to Hope: "...You should know I'm just Captain John in the context of I am mental, and we were once together and if your brother came back and buried you alive I would probably try to help you out. Not so much in the being still obsessed with you and would push you off a building context."

[semplice.livejournal.com]

I'm sure she feels reassured now.

... I'm doomed to never have a successful relationship, aren't I? That's also hilariously apt.

[irradiatedsoup.livejournal.com]

Well, you and Ren may one day agree to go on a date, and then die horribly.

[semplice.livejournal.com]

Yes, that's clearly the better option.

[hope]

Actually, my response was "I love watching you dig your own hole."

On plus side, you're brilliant and hot!

I'D DO YOU!

*does water tower*

[irradiatedsoup.livejournal.com]

Hey, get your penis out of the tardis!

[hope]

It's that time vortex, IT CALLS TO ME

[irradiatedsoup.livejournal.com]

No, I believe that is also your penis. THE PENIS OF BOE. THE LESSER KNOWN APPENDAGE FLOATING IN WATER FOR MILLIONS OF YEARS, ALL WRINKLY AND WITH TENTACLES...

I went too far again, didn't I?

brb, rehab.

[hope]

Oh, YOU. Penis of Boe isn't in the head tank, duh, it's in a jam jar at the back of Captain John's pantry cupboard.

[irradiatedsoup.livejournal.com]

CANON.

[semplice.livejournal.com]

I need a Tosh icon now.

And hey, I get to have more sex than anyone else in Torchwood (at least that we know of). HAHAHAHAHAHA. TAKE THAT, EVERYONE.