notmiddleearth (
notmiddleearth) wrote2011-03-03 09:45 am
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Three Kiwis - Phone + Action
Phonecall: [A bit after midday, New Zealand makes a call. And doesn't think to filter it because she can be remarkably blunt lile that... Or she just didn't think of it. One of the two.]
So it's come to my attention, mum probably failed in raising most of us, so I'm willing to bet that he never gave any of you a proper talk that didn't involve fairies in some way. Which is okay, I suppose but really you're all grown men, it's actually pretty weird...
So, Oz, Canada, America and even you mum, you should listen. Wy you don't have to, I can give you the talk later. Have to anyway, seeing as whatever Oz said still makes Nauru cry...
Anyway, so first things... Kissing. Now, a kiss is not a contract, so just because you're, yanno, exploring someones mouth doesn't mean you get to take an expedition to the south. Got it? Cuz it's just rude.
Now, when a man loves a woman, or a man loves a man or a woman loves a woman, whatever, they kiss a lot, and then they decide they want to do more. They wanna... Boom boom boom till the break of dawn if you get my drift. And sometimes, this makes a baby, between the girl and boy at least, girl and girl needs science and boy and boy just ain't happening. You guys understand?
There's no fairies involved or storks or cabbage patches or falling out of tvs or cricket. Those are all just stupid euphemisms people use when they're embarrassed. It's just sex, and it's normal and healthy in moderation.
Any questions?
Action: [Or you can find her out the front of 727 Anderson Lane, going back and forth with buckets of snow, creating a large hill. After a bit, she stops, studying it with a frown. It's no where near big enough to snowboard down, like her original intention was.
So the neighbors won't mind her taking their snow too right?]
So it's come to my attention, mum probably failed in raising most of us, so I'm willing to bet that he never gave any of you a proper talk that didn't involve fairies in some way. Which is okay, I suppose but really you're all grown men, it's actually pretty weird...
So, Oz, Canada, America and even you mum, you should listen. Wy you don't have to, I can give you the talk later. Have to anyway, seeing as whatever Oz said still makes Nauru cry...
Anyway, so first things... Kissing. Now, a kiss is not a contract, so just because you're, yanno, exploring someones mouth doesn't mean you get to take an expedition to the south. Got it? Cuz it's just rude.
Now, when a man loves a woman, or a man loves a man or a woman loves a woman, whatever, they kiss a lot, and then they decide they want to do more. They wanna... Boom boom boom till the break of dawn if you get my drift. And sometimes, this makes a baby, between the girl and boy at least, girl and girl needs science and boy and boy just ain't happening. You guys understand?
There's no fairies involved or storks or cabbage patches or falling out of tvs or cricket. Those are all just stupid euphemisms people use when they're embarrassed. It's just sex, and it's normal and healthy in moderation.
Any questions?
Action: [Or you can find her out the front of 727 Anderson Lane, going back and forth with buckets of snow, creating a large hill. After a bit, she stops, studying it with a frown. It's no where near big enough to snowboard down, like her original intention was.
So the neighbors won't mind her taking their snow too right?]
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Is he pregnant too?
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But you just gave her more ammunition] Y-Yes, yes, he is... it's twins.
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Does he know?
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[Fakes a sniffle] What are we going to do Mummy?
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It's all right. I'll take care of both of you. It might be hard, but I'll be here for you. Promise me that you won't worry.
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Maybe... maybe it'd be best to... get rid of it. What can we really do, we're just kids, and what if a war begins and our people have to fight...
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But I'll protect you. And if I see anybody peeking out of the cabbage patches, I'll bring them to you immediately.
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Mum... a few things. 1. Babies don't come from cabbage patches, they come from a woman's womb, which leads into 2., Men can't have babies, they don't have a womb.
... And I'm not pregnant. You should know, America can't even remember my gender half the time.
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I'm not angry, I'm just... I always suspected.
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...Always suspected what?
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Is it really a joke?
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And yeah, it is. Sorry mum. You're just too easy to trick.
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It's good that you were supportive though... would you have really bashed America's head in?
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Who taught you to play such pranks? Someone was a bloody bad influence on your life for that.
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Dunno. Always been like this... remember when I cut up those ugly dresses you bought me? That was fun. Maybe it started there?
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... You should wear dresses now. They'd look nice on you. Perhaps pink with some ribbons.
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... I have a pink tie? Is that good enough?
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Perhaps I'll even find you some petticoats. And frills, yes, those would be nice. You'll be the loveliest, I assure you.
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Would have looked nice in a pink short skirt.
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Scarfle go to sleep, don't be a loserface like Ran...
ran's nocturnalitis is infectious but hopefully her loserness isn't
It is. Starts nocturnalitis and ends in loserness
i suppose you have the good excuse of living on the other side of the world
And I had my shots against loserness
circle circle dot dot cootie shot doesn't cover this
...You mean Americans really do that, it's not just a tv thing?
it's an elementary school rhyme to protect against the dire forces of boys
We just called it boy germs and refused to play with them, occasionally beating them up
boys are still such a mysterious race to me
I find punching them works.
do i run away blushing afterward because i could totally do the last bit
Ahh Scarfle so tsun tsun dere dere
/hits!!!! /runs away to roll around with a pillow on the bed
Dawww /pinches cheeks!!!
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