seven | never wanted to grow up

[strike_you_out]

[Call Placement. Addressing: Mayfield. Filters: none.] 


Requesting advice... 

About teeth.  [He may be sounding a bit worried.]

Specifically, how do I... reattach one? 


[Oh, the horrors of dental maturation. Slugger doesn't understand and suspects this is some unnatural and cruel act of nature. 

ALSO, if you are one Edward Nigma, there may be something (not a tooth) hidden beneath your pillow. That something would happen to be a sheep's liver stolen from the local butcher shop. Consider it a "welcoming gift" from your new "son". Note that he has been courteous enough to wait only two days before stuffing it under there instead of the intended seven because he just couldn't contain his excitement.]

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[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

[He sighs.]

I'm not your father, Slugger, but I still expect you to treat me with respect. I'm stuck in this Mayfield mess just as much as you are.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

But I am.

You're alive aren't you?

[Is he for real or is he just fucking with you? Only Slugger knows for sure.]

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

Well, that's---

[He pauses. Does he really want to press his luck with this psycho?]

...just don't let it happen again. I'll have to have a chat with Susan about your behavior.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Especially a psycho who could appear in your bedroom at any moment and club you to death.

However, this matter with Susan. That could... end badly. For a fleeting moment, Slugger's grin might waver.]

It won't.

[Because next time it won't be liver.]