13 Purple Files

[proudambassador]

[The writing is messy, as the writer is being jostled quite a bit. It probably wouldn't be recognizable if the sentence structure wasn't so distinct.]

This, it is ridiculous! There have been ridiculous things before, but this, it is the most! My chair will not stop! I cannot sit without them taking off and playing music of all things!

I need a gun. To SHOOT MY CHAIRS. EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM. If they are shot, they cannot run, hm? Or must I leash them now?

This is the most undignified, ludicrous, utterly stupid thing that has ever happened in this Sphere.

I think I begin to hate my life.

[[ooc: Musical chairs event. Ambassador is currently a hostage of one of his sturdier table chairs. Feel free to see/laugh/mock/be in the path.]]

Comments

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

And now, my good man, I believe you are jesting with me.

[live_ringer]

Oh, I would never jest about something so dire as deliveries.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Dire, hm? Deliveries. Yes, of course. They are most serious. Why. One hardly knows what will happen if the delivery goes to the wrong person, hm?

[live_ringer]

A delivery falling into the hands of the wrong person? That's just chaos waiting to happen.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Yes, yes. And if I was to go to the wrong one, then all, it will go badly.

[live_ringer]

It could. Or it could turn out surprisingly well, who knows.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Not I. And so, I will try to avoid being a package too much.