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Going to bed now. *cries* So no RPing for Bartleby tonight. But tomorrow night will be, I think, the Bartleby Extravaganza Of Psychosis. Please book your tickets early, and if you want to be involved in the show please contact the box office. Or, you know, turn up and poke Bartleby. S'all good.

*bows* *makes self sick*

Uh... yeah. Note the "I think". Or I could just, you know, go on holiday quietly. And not make a big deal out of it. Hmmmmm.

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The Muse would like to play with psycho Bartleby. She could sing and really piss him off...Or make him sing...

Wicked. :D

Yes, I suppose she could make him sing Wicked...

No good deed goes unpunished, all helpful urges should be circumvented...

*facepalm* It's spreading.

I rule!

We are the champions, my friends...And we'll keep on singing 'till the end...

You do!

John volunteers to piss him off and get the shit kicket out of him. For example, did you know that in John's universe, angels can have sex? Really! Even with demons. ;)

*giggles* And after his first gay kiss, that'll hit him hard.

John can needle him about that too, or come on to him, or anything you can think of that will help Bartleby go over the edge. I hear you in another thread talking about a lack of motivation. Well, hell, John can surely help with that

No, got plenty of motivation, just no motive. :D

*scratches head in total confoozion*

I'm unsure of exactly why Bartleby's doing what he's doing. I mean, I have a vague idea, but...

Tomorrow, I work it out.

Okay, I take it back. Anthy is not done poking Bartleby. She will be done after his Extravaganza of Psychosis, though. I just can't miss that.

*repeats to self* It is not a big deal and I am zenlike and calm.

We shall all point and laugh if it is less than perfect.

...

*hugs* You've been doing fine so far being psychotically pissed with Anthy. Just take it a step further.

I know you won't, I do, but...

Hold me?

Maybe Anthy should turn you into a cow, to stop you worrying.

*sighs, hugs again*

*is hugged* *finds zen centre*

Wench-type. Liz was going to beat him down tonight. She is so getting in on that show tomorrow.

*cowers*

Damn skippy. Rawr.

*laughs evilly in the background*

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