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lord_cellytronSorry about that last entry... I feel infinitely better now. The haze over my head has cleared. Such a good feeling.
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Inept, huh?
So tell me, Mr. Big Smart Doctor Man; what exactly is it that determines ineptitude? Huh? Well, of course you're the right one to ask. You're such a great surgeon, after all.
Saved more lives than you've lost, someone said? Ha! I'll believe it when I see proof. And not from that O'Reilly runt, either. I know you two are in cahoots.
I don't want to hear that you're nothing special, you know better than that. Oh ha ha. Listen to you! There's no middle ground with you, is there? You're either being falsely modest or you're going around pretending to be God. You must really think you ARE God, with the way you go around judging everything. Nothing's good enough for you here, is it? No, of course not. We should all put you on a pedestal, shouldn't we?
Hey, you got me off the track. I was asking you, what do you think determines ineptitude? Don't tell me to look in a mirror, smart aleck! Boy, you're something else, alright.
Hands of gold, someone said? Who said that? No one I'd want to know, that's for sure.
Now you listen to me! We've got an army to run, Mister, and the army was built on a little something called knocking the commies back to hell where they belong. Do you really think the army would hire just ANYBODY to do that?
Just humoring us by being here, someone said? That's a matter of opinion. I don't think you're funny at all!
And anyway, if I'm so inept, how come I outrank you? Huh?
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Oh, you're sick, Pierce. You're absolutely sick!
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And now, check this out.
JakeSbndr (9:30:26 PM): I probably shouldn't give you any more fanfic material, but I had a non-slash idea for Charles and Klinger today. Post war, back in Boston, Charles is a detective and Klinger's his assistant.
cHiBiCeLcHaN (9:31:24 PM): *grins so widely lips crack open*
*Rolls around* Oh man, would that be perfect.
So hungry... ;_;
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Inept, huh?
So tell me, Mr. Big Smart Doctor Man; what exactly is it that determines ineptitude? Huh? Well, of course you're the right one to ask. You're such a great surgeon, after all.
Saved more lives than you've lost, someone said? Ha! I'll believe it when I see proof. And not from that O'Reilly runt, either. I know you two are in cahoots.
I don't want to hear that you're nothing special, you know better than that. Oh ha ha. Listen to you! There's no middle ground with you, is there? You're either being falsely modest or you're going around pretending to be God. You must really think you ARE God, with the way you go around judging everything. Nothing's good enough for you here, is it? No, of course not. We should all put you on a pedestal, shouldn't we?
Hey, you got me off the track. I was asking you, what do you think determines ineptitude? Don't tell me to look in a mirror, smart aleck! Boy, you're something else, alright.
Hands of gold, someone said? Who said that? No one I'd want to know, that's for sure.
Now you listen to me! We've got an army to run, Mister, and the army was built on a little something called knocking the commies back to hell where they belong. Do you really think the army would hire just ANYBODY to do that?
Just humoring us by being here, someone said? That's a matter of opinion. I don't think you're funny at all!
And anyway, if I'm so inept, how come I outrank you? Huh?
...
Oh, you're sick, Pierce. You're absolutely sick!
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And now, check this out.
JakeSbndr (9:30:26 PM): I probably shouldn't give you any more fanfic material, but I had a non-slash idea for Charles and Klinger today. Post war, back in Boston, Charles is a detective and Klinger's his assistant.
cHiBiCeLcHaN (9:31:24 PM): *grins so widely lips crack open*
*Rolls around* Oh man, would that be perfect.
So hungry... ;_;
