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[crassidy]

Alright there, lads and lasses?

[Brightly, followed by a brief slosh of liquid as he slurps something from a bottle.]

Been thinkin' a bit, taxin' as that is on me brain meats. Bout lots of things, really, but uh...

Tomorrow is me big One Twenty-- not as good as the oul Four Twenty but gotta wait another three hundred years for that one, like, so this'll have to do 'til then. I'll be acceptin' donations of the alcoholic and controlled substance variety, or money will do if you're underaged. Might even buy you a pint in return if y'find yourself around Maurtia Falls tomorrow.

Thought it might also be time to get some more poorly planned ink in the process, and I figured. Well. Maybe it'd be less poorly planned if I asked for suggestions from folks first. I'm acceptin' any and all ideas, even the truly shite ones. I mean, Christ, if you've seen me, you'd know I already got a whole lotta bad decisions inked out, doubt you lot could come up with worse. In before someone suggests a knob tat.

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[crassidy]

Me appearance on that Haunted House show! You tryna tell me you didn't even watch it?!

[slightlyoffchilt]

I've been busy. [But he does sound a bit guilty.] Is it online?

[crassidy]

Everythin' is online. But that's a whole lotta watchin', it was weeks worth. Teal deer version is we got spooked but earned a shite lotta cash and got a buncha TV appearances after.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Did you scream at anything? I want to watch that part.

[crassidy]

Not sure I recall much screamin', but plenty of swearin' to be sure. Oh! I did get into a proper good scrap with your whippin' boy, stabbed me in the neck, the cheeky little shite.

[And yet Cassidy says that last part with the affection of someone who'd merely caught a kid mildly misbehaving.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

My -- hm. [He has like. So many boys.] Which one would that be again?

[crassidy]

Your blondie boy, Tate?! [How could you not know, Chilton? Shame on you.]

Nice lad when he don't got a knife in his hands, but ain't that the same for most of us, eh?

[slightlyoffchilt]

Well honestly, if you've been agitating Tate -- [agiTATEing] -- I cannot spare any pity.

[crassidy]

Honestly, it was a fair cop, can't fault a lad for a bit of friendly stabbing. But it's on the web if y'wanna be watchin' our fifteen mins of fame.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Can't believe you didn't throw some sort of screening party.

[crassidy]

Ooh, that's not a bad idea there, we should do one of them! Might have to find some highlight vids though, 'cause I'm not so sure I got the time for a several week long bender while that marathon is goin'.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Well if you want my help...

[crassidy]

Then you'll totally help 'cause your me mate?

[slightlyoffchilt]

... There's that singular tiny catch.

[crassidy]

Nope. No, there isn't. I double checked. That's not in play any more. Can't use that reason more than once.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Then I can't be in your company, I can't be sure they haven't implanted some sort of compulsion in your head. Magically.

[crassidy]

I got plenty of compulsions in me head, one of them compulsions is to tell you you're bloody mental.

[slightlyoffchilt]

I'm not subjecting myself to their influence. I cannot. We'll have to celebrate your debut distantly.

[crassidy]

You gonna promise to catch up on the TV antics even without me presence?

[slightlyoffchilt]

I guess I will have to, Cassidy!

[crassidy]

Hah, good man. Really y'should be doing it for the lad too. Show him support for his spooky time. He did real good, aside from the bit where he stabbed me, although I guess some would argue that's good too.

[slightlyoffchilt]

That might be the first part I watch, in fact.

[crassidy]

Thought you might. Harder to find footage of when I wanked in the shower though.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Oh no, no, that would certainly be on the pornography streams by now.

[crassidy]

Didn't even think to look there. I'll definitely let you watch those ones in private.