My job is to say "eek!" and "Chu!" and other such kawaaaii things, be the subject of several derogatory sayings, star in Lucasarts games, and am killed horribly in viral experimentation.
I would describe the "magic" as me sleeping through most of it, going to see "Pirates of the Caribbean" shortly after waking up, and finishing off by going to my favorite bar.
I do have to say, though, that the budding yet explosive romance between pinback and Blue swells my calloused heart.
Shut up, Freddie. Everyone hates you because when you first started posting over on Monto Rusa, you asked Ben what the "magic" of that place was about thirty times before Ben finally acquiesced to your endless whining.
Do you know what this human pox did when he finally got the answer from Ben? For those that do not, I will fill in the details.
He simply said, "Fag, LOL" and that was it. All that build-up, and he called Ben a homosexual. Real nice, on about three different levels. Real nice guy.
This is why nobody can stand you, Freddie. Roody's just too nice a guy to tell you to go eat a steaming, generous serving of your own droppings like the rest of us do.
My job is to make you late for whatever you were doing and be chewed out by your boss/teacher/significant other/mother/father/big green goop from outer space.
My job is to awaken the neighbors so they can hate you more, make the user feel at ease, be a catalyst for crunching walls, and in general a verbal coosh ball.
