Hey, losers, I'm probably out doing something amazing, so leave a message, and I'll try to get back to you. Or just think really loudly at me. I'll hear it. BEEP.
(he takes a little while to return, because he's very busy calling quentin a huge bitch and asking scott what dumpster he found him and to put him back, but yeah, okay. the phone flies, and you know what? fine. he'll kick the door open again, which takes very little effort, moves past The Bitch TM and you know?
he's not even going to bother putting the door back in. he'll just wait till scott is home to take this person right back to the junkyard. or bitchtown. wherever. so, watch him find a couch, and close his eyes.)
You should go get it, since your bitch ass threw it.
Quentin does telekinetically retrieve the tablet—and put the door back—and toss it on the floor next to the little twerp's couch. Because he's a nice guy like that. But mostly because he was already on his way to the kitchen to grab a candy bar. Which he does! And then stands idly between the kitchen and the couch and munches on his candy.]
So. Got a name? I mean if you're gonna barge into my house without an invitation.
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he's not even going to bother putting the door back in. he'll just wait till scott is home to take this person right back to the junkyard. or bitchtown. wherever. so, watch him find a couch, and close his eyes.)
You should go get it, since your bitch ass threw it.
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Eh.
Not as much fun as he thought it would be.
Ah, well.
Quentin does telekinetically retrieve the tablet—and put the door back—and toss it on the floor next to the little twerp's couch. Because he's a nice guy like that. But mostly because he was already on his way to the kitchen to grab a candy bar. Which he does! And then stands idly between the kitchen and the couch and munches on his candy.]
So. Got a name? I mean if you're gonna barge into my house without an invitation.