Post by Marius I on May 12, 2008 0:28:10 GMT 1
(Found this online and I admit it caused me a good bout of laughter.)
ARMAND: -Armand pounces onto Lestat's lap.- Buongiorno, sugarlips.
LESTAT: *eyeroll* Christ, Armand. You've been feeding on the raver girls again, haven't you.
ARMAND: Wouldn't you like to know. -Gyrates, hums a Le Tigre song.-
LESTAT: I'm tempted more than you can imagine to take you by the scruff of your neck and return you to the k-pile, urchin.
ARMAND: Mon Dieu, where is your sense of humor? Did it join the eternal stick up Louis' ass?
LESTAT: My sense of humor is over there. Yes, way over there. Where it's perhaps safe to deploy without your going turncoat on me. And that wasn't a stick up Louis' ass, cher fils. *smirk*
ARMAND: AH, GOD! -gets disgusto-flustered and falls off your lap-
LESTAT: What, nervous that I might impose the same fate on you?
ARMAND: -Shudders visibly.- Yes. And not in a good way.
LESTAT: *poutface* And here I thought you'd always wanted me. I'm hurt. Hurt, I tell you.
ARMAND: No, you assumed I always wanted you, as you always do in regards to anyone who has eyes. (Lucky Maharet doesn't have to deal with your crap...) As for being hurt, I have a feeling you'll get over it in no time.
LESTAT: Well, ye Gods, but you surely did cater to my assumptions, didn't you.
ARMAND: -Smirks.- Set 'em up, knock 'em down.
LESTAT: ...and kick them to a bloody pulp once floored?
ARMAND: What can I say? I got game.
LESTAT: ... time to stop watching the ghetto high school drama movies, mon frere. Can't have you stealing my thunder with the inappropriate and awkward use of slang, after all.
ARMAND: Yeah, we, uh, wouldn't want that. You've got that one covered.
LESTAT: *preens* Indeed. Dude.
ARMAND: I'm in an 80's high-school movie, and you're in Point Break. If you say anything about killer waves, I'm gonna have Marius explode you with his thoughts.
LESTAT: *Beavis laugh* Most excellent.
ARMAND: -Puts head in hands.-
LESTAT: And good luck with the Marius bit. I think he's stuck forever on loop in the French version of Lolita.
ARMAND: You're a sick, sick man. Maybe you should go play doctor with your pet ice queen. Your girlfriend gives me the creeps.
LESTAT: Good; you'll stay clear of her, then. What on earth is the matter with all of you regarding her is quite beyond me, really. But I'll take it over actual interest any day. Makes my life that much easier.
ARMAND: Oh, god, as if I'd want any of your women. Your men are on average prettier than most Miss Americas. But the majority of your girls did not fall out of the Sexy Tree. They fell out of the Struggling To Display Any Personality Different From The Last Girlfriend tree in the part of the forest that's suffered a few conflagrations.
LESTAT: *snort* Forgive me if my tastes are a bit more complex than your Average Blond Creampuff Girl, which seems to be what floats your boat best.
ARMAND: You're not wrong - as soon as I got Claudia's head on the adult body, she was good to go.
LESTAT: *bristles*
ARMAND: -Armand pounces onto Lestat's lap.- Buongiorno, sugarlips.
LESTAT: *eyeroll* Christ, Armand. You've been feeding on the raver girls again, haven't you.
ARMAND: Wouldn't you like to know. -Gyrates, hums a Le Tigre song.-
LESTAT: I'm tempted more than you can imagine to take you by the scruff of your neck and return you to the k-pile, urchin.
ARMAND: Mon Dieu, where is your sense of humor? Did it join the eternal stick up Louis' ass?
LESTAT: My sense of humor is over there. Yes, way over there. Where it's perhaps safe to deploy without your going turncoat on me. And that wasn't a stick up Louis' ass, cher fils. *smirk*
ARMAND: AH, GOD! -gets disgusto-flustered and falls off your lap-
LESTAT: What, nervous that I might impose the same fate on you?
ARMAND: -Shudders visibly.- Yes. And not in a good way.
LESTAT: *poutface* And here I thought you'd always wanted me. I'm hurt. Hurt, I tell you.
ARMAND: No, you assumed I always wanted you, as you always do in regards to anyone who has eyes. (Lucky Maharet doesn't have to deal with your crap...) As for being hurt, I have a feeling you'll get over it in no time.
LESTAT: Well, ye Gods, but you surely did cater to my assumptions, didn't you.
ARMAND: -Smirks.- Set 'em up, knock 'em down.
LESTAT: ...and kick them to a bloody pulp once floored?
ARMAND: What can I say? I got game.
LESTAT: ... time to stop watching the ghetto high school drama movies, mon frere. Can't have you stealing my thunder with the inappropriate and awkward use of slang, after all.
ARMAND: Yeah, we, uh, wouldn't want that. You've got that one covered.
LESTAT: *preens* Indeed. Dude.
ARMAND: I'm in an 80's high-school movie, and you're in Point Break. If you say anything about killer waves, I'm gonna have Marius explode you with his thoughts.
LESTAT: *Beavis laugh* Most excellent.
ARMAND: -Puts head in hands.-
LESTAT: And good luck with the Marius bit. I think he's stuck forever on loop in the French version of Lolita.
ARMAND: You're a sick, sick man. Maybe you should go play doctor with your pet ice queen. Your girlfriend gives me the creeps.
LESTAT: Good; you'll stay clear of her, then. What on earth is the matter with all of you regarding her is quite beyond me, really. But I'll take it over actual interest any day. Makes my life that much easier.
ARMAND: Oh, god, as if I'd want any of your women. Your men are on average prettier than most Miss Americas. But the majority of your girls did not fall out of the Sexy Tree. They fell out of the Struggling To Display Any Personality Different From The Last Girlfriend tree in the part of the forest that's suffered a few conflagrations.
LESTAT: *snort* Forgive me if my tastes are a bit more complex than your Average Blond Creampuff Girl, which seems to be what floats your boat best.
ARMAND: You're not wrong - as soon as I got Claudia's head on the adult body, she was good to go.
LESTAT: *bristles*