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: That's not a nice way to talk about us.

: ...but if I had to fathom a guess as to why my subconcious came up with them, I'd say that it's because I've always been into the classics and all three of them come from classic pieces of fiction...

: I'm pretty sure our Artist is a big fan of all of our respective books. That also might have something to do with it.

: "They're all in my head"- that's your explaination for everything! I can speak plenty of Danish- I just choose not to.

: Hey, It may have been MY sword, but Enjolras was doing the stabbing.

: Only because Austin ignored my request to mention the revolution.

: I WAS TALKING TO MY MOTHER!

: For all you know, she could have been a worthy aid our fight against the Government.

: I'll answer this one. No, Oddities is not over. Yes, it's been a few months. Yes, there will be more. But this comic is stronger art-wise, which is what our Artist is fixated on, so we're gonna be her main focus for the time being.

: Wasn't Phoebus's cameo appareance in Comic 13 enough to make you happy, atleast for a little while?

: No, I don't draw comics. I work in a mailroom.

: I think that was another one intended for our artist.

: Oh. Well, I ain't given them links to anything else she does. Takes readers away from OUR comic. If they really care all that much, they can look through her Live Journal, but I seriously doubt they'll find anything worthwhile.

: ...Yes. I am Austin.

: What's with all the artist oriented questions? No, Austin is NOT meant to be our artist. Unless our artist is a 25 year old man with black hair and constant inquiries as to his ethnicity. Which leads to the NEXT question...

: I wasn't last time I checked. Granted, I've got black hair-...

: ...And narrowish eyes.

: Yes, yes, and narrow eyes-...

: ...And a vaguely Subaru Sumeragi/Forest Law look about you.

: You know what? I don't care. I could be Asian. Think whatever you want. I have no idea at this point.

: To answer the first part of that question, no, I do not. I associate Polar bears and high suicide rates. Or maybe that's Sweden...same basic country. Same goes for Norway and Finland.

: *Twitch* AUUUUUUUUSSSSSTIIIIIN....

: Aw, crap. I didn't mean Norway. I would never include anything Norweigan with anything Danish.

: What? You're Scandinavian! What ELSE is there to your culture, besides fish and mass murder in Elsinore?

: We have plenty of culture, Leiderhosen-boy.

: Please. If you're going to make a stereotype of my country, at least use something like Jagermeister. Leiderhosen is so overdone.

: Don't forget the Sausage obsession.

: ...WHAT?!

: Personally, I've always found them to be quite a noble mythical creature. Far more resigned and manner than the oft revered Dragons of lore. In fact, if I could have any pet of legend, I would go with a Sphinx. But the next best one would be a Unicorn.

: With wings.

: Wings would be pretty sweet...

: Part Eagle, part Lion.

: ...That's a Griffin.

: Oh. Right. Unicorns are for fops.

: Don't they EAT horses in your country, Enjolras? It could be the greatest horse meat ever.

: Excellent point! Unicorns are for fops UNLESS they're being used to feed the poor!

: ...I'm not gonna even bother jumping here....

: I used to have a parakeet. It was a great bird. Drove my parents crazy, though, and when it died my mother refused to get anything else. So I snuck snakes into my room in shoe boxes...Let's say that this practice ended when my mother discovered a garter snake in the kitchen. Currently, I don't have any pets because I fear for their upbringing in this household.

: We had horses and dogs and what not at Elsinore. Granted, I was in Wittenberg for awhile, but nevertheless, I do remember having a favorite dog around the castle. It was dead when I returned home- that rat bastard who called himself my uncle probably is to blame for that.

: I thought you were past that point in your life.

: Oh, it's the past, yes. But it's NOT forgotten.

: I'm going to stand over here until you put that sword down and get that gleam out of your eye.

: Fair enough.

: WHAT? None of your business!

: What? It's just underwear. Boxers.

: Briefs. So what if they can't double as shorts?

: THE REVOLUTION IS NOT CONCERNED WITH THE CLOTHING ONE WEARS! IF THE-

: He wears briefs too. Austin?

: *Sigh* Boxers. I can't believe I'm answering this...

: Poem? Geez, I don't know...I like Dickinson's work. Yes, I know- 'A guy who likes Dickinson? What the hell is wrong with him?' Leave me alone.

: Words, Words, Words! Poetry is but a means of expression in the infinate sea of pain the tortured artist's soul feels. The black abyss of yearning opens the door to expression and from the chasm flows an endless stream of letters, arranging themselves in manners that doth please their creator. For whether 'tis prose or limerick, the-

: She wants a poem, not a lecture.

: You want to start something?

: You don't have the balls to fight me.

: Oh, you've just dug your grave, Frenchie!

: Err...Werther, what poem is your favorite?

: Well, I like the "Songs of Ossian". I used to read them with........her

: ^^.; Don't get sad on me...

: I miss Lotte.

: Aw, Damn.

: Call her bluff.

: Pray she looked like Lotte.

: She would become a child of the revolution, the embodiment of Patria herself!

: I'd skin her.

: WHAT?!But what if she really WAS your daughter?

: Don't preach to me, Mr. "I'd call her bluff". Obviously she's NOT my kid.

: But didn't you and Ophelia...

: Maybe in the Kenneth Branagh version- but who are you gonna trust? Some actor or the REAL Prince of Denmark?

: A cute Asian chick with an outgoing personality. NO FEMINAZIS!

: Lotte. *Siiiiiiiiigh*

: I keep no mistress.

: Dream date isn't the same as "mistress". It just means someone you'd want to date, not nessecarily WILL.

: Oh. Well, Liv Tyler then.

: That was a quick response.

: What can I say? I enjoy her...talent.

: ...

: Wanna hear MY answer?

: No.

: I like everything, though I usually listen to Classic rock or metal.

: What we LIKE to listen to isn't important. Sadly, because many do not recognize our existance, we cannot purchase our own music. Therefore we must listen to Austin's stuff.

: I have good taste. Don't sound so disgusted.

: ...the influence of LOTS of hard narcotics.

: It's just MAKEUP. Actors wear it all the time. I mean, I'm not gonna walk around in eyeliner, but it's not THAT big of a deal.

: Femme.

: Jerks. Maybe I'm just more mature than you and secure enough in my masculinity to not care.

: That, or you're a Femme.

: Hee hee...OUI!

: Aw...leave the cross dresser alone, guys.

: I hate you all.

: As unpopular as this may sound, I like the Mel Gibson interpretation. Sure, they cut up the play a bit, but Ol' Kenny B never clicked with me. It also annoys me when they take the story of my life and put it in different eras to try and prove the point that it could happen ANYTIME. Obviously it didn't. Obviously it happened when it happened because that's when it was MEANT to happen and there's NO WAY IN HELL THAT MY UNCLE COULD EXIST ANYWHERE ELSE EXCEPT IN DENMARK IN THE THE TIME-

: Mellow out there, killer.

: Our Hamlet was modeled after the interpretation of Hamlet in the film version of "Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead". Our Artist rather enjoys that movie/play.

: I would kill her.

: That's it? That's not too amusing.

: She's NORWEIGIAN! Why would I waste the time to amuse others when I could be KILLING her?

: AND she's a woman.

: Double the sin, double the speed.

: Ok, now you're just getting offensive. Being a women isn't a sin, nor is being Norweigan.

: How about Canadian?

: ...I'm not gonna talk anymore.

: Werther never beat me up.

: Yes, I did! That one time when you started talking trash about Lotte and started doing those crude gestures-

: That is still up for debate. I don't think that counts as you beating me up.

: He left you on the ground BLEEDING! You were curled in a ball and muttering something in French!

: That's not "beating up". I didn't admit defeat.

: How COULD you? You were only semi-conscious!

: Hey- my fight, my rules.

: There was no "fight" to it! You bad mouthed his bitch and he took you out.

: DON'T CALL LOTTE A BITCH!

: Christ, woman- do we look like "Dear Abby"? Good for you. You have some guy who likes you. I don't give a damn- and neither should he. He's only interested in you for ONE THING and once he's realizes that he can get it elsewhere-

: HAMLET!!

: What? I'm only talking about homecooking.

: You know, rebelling is something teens do well. And what could be more romantic to a couple of rebellious teens than going against the Government? Eh? Eh? Am I right?

: Hm...Well, you could always read a book together and just snuggle. Or you could go somewhere romatic, like a park with a body of water-

: Or the bodies OF ALL THE OTHER MEN YOU'VE LURED TO THEIR DOOM, YOU HARLOT!

: That's ENOUGH from you!

: Erm...I DID have one, yes. But it was rather...how shall I put this...

: It was hideously ugly.

: His face scared small children. And we all know how Werther loves the children. Perhaps a little TOO much, if you follow me...

: HEY!

: He was going for the Generation X look and failing miserably.

: I'll have you know I had that beard BEFORE Gen-X was even a concept.

: And you wonder why Lotte wasn't able to love you...

: Our love was a special kind.

: ...Was?

: It would appear that you have an admirer.

: I think I need to work on my English...what the hell is he asking?

: He thinks you're cool and wants to know "Why you're so cool". He also has a love for poetry and peace.

: Ahhh...see, that I understand. Danke Schön, Timmy. I am pleased to hear from one such as yourself, even if the language barrier separates us. Austin, translate that.

: Uh, geez, let's see... "Thankz, u r kewl 2. LOL."

: As to WHY I am cool- I believe it's because I am a bit more educated than my companions.

: That's right- you're oh so more educated than both Hamlet and I. I do believe that the two of us went to University... I don't think you can make such a claim.

: Oh, I'm sorry Mr."Law Student turned Revolutionary turned worm food", but did you ever GRADUATE? I believe NEITHER of you did.

: AT LEAST I HAVE AN EDUCATION! YOU BASE ALL YOUR KNOWLEDGE OFF OF ROMANTICISM AND ANCIENT POETRY!

: I SUPPOSE YOUR "IDEAL WORLD" WAS JUST GOING TO SPRING UP ONCE YOU OVERTHREW THE PARIS GOVERNMENT, THEN?! AND WHAT THE HELL DID YOU READ WHEN YOU WEREN'T PREACHING TO YOUR IDIOT LITTLE CAFE COMRADES?!

: MY COMRADES WERE NOT IDIOTS!!...well, there was Grantaire, but...THEY BELIEVED IN THE IDEALS AS WELL!!

: Oh, please. They only "believed" because every last one of them was in love with their "feminine" leader, the almighty, Apollo-like Enjolras. *Femme-like sigh* How cute. No wonder you don't have any interest in women...

: THAT DOES IT, YOU KRAUT BASTARD!

: ^^.; Look at those two beat each other senseless.

: You mean, "Watch Enjolras beat the shit out of Werther". I don't really see Werther doing anything but cowering...

: And to think he was just complimented on his love of peace...

: Vous êtes anglais?!

: Nein, Er kommt aus Neuseeland...Das habe ich nicht verstanden.

: *Sigh* This a muliple part question. First off, Timmy wants to know if any of you guys would date another man. If this question includes me too, I'm gonna say this right now- HELL NO.

: Let me assure you. I am perfectly straight. Or I WAS before fair Ophelia and my mother showed me the true nature of women. NOW, I hate women. But am I attracted to men? Good god, no!

: I am forever in love with one woman and one woman alone. She filled a void in my life then tore it open and set about expanding it. I don't think I will ever love another, but if I do, it will definately be a woman.

: Sex is a base human activity that I don't find nessecary or worth spending my time on. Love is an off shoot of that. I love only one thing and that is Patria. Until Patria takes a human form and beds me, I shall bed no one.

: Except maybe one of your Cafe friends.

: Must we "discuss" this again, Werther?

: If you wish, "Fearless Leader".

: HOW DO YOU KNOW THOSE NAMES?!

: I read, don't I?

: ANYHOW, he moves on to say that he would like to date one of you three some day, starting with Werther. If Werther doesn't work out, he'd move on to Hamlet, but wouldn't go with Enjolras because "he's too crazy".

: Stick that in your pipe and smoke it, Femmey McFemmester.

: Atleast my author didn't discribe me as being girly.

: You've made your last comment about that!!

: ...and the fighting resumes.

: Argh.

: ....

: Oh, Timmy..that's HILLARIOUS.

: I'm laughing on the inside. Honest.

: Timmy sure is something...

: Let me handle this. Tell me, Austin- which way is the wind blowing?

: Uh....Weather.com says "North/Northwest".

: Oh...Well, that solves that. HEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

: Why is Hamlet running in circles?

: -_- Because of the damn wind.

: There never was and never shall be a "Prince of Denmark".

: That's what you said about me getting a Taser too.

: *AHEM*

: Who has time for videogames? It's more important to prepare for the Revolution.

: I don't play them either...but because I don't like them, not because I believe in a Revolution or anything stupid like that.

: WHAT WAS THAT?

: Before this gets violent, let me hop in- My favorite game, at the moment, is the new Maximo game. But I've always gotten a kick out of the "Grand Theft Auto" games.

:

WHAT?!

: Ha-

HA!

...there you go.

: ...There's nothing there.

: Was? Yes there is. Look. Right there.

: ....it's blank.

: There! Look! THERE!

: Ok! Ok! Fine! You win!

: This only applies to the delusions, right? I'm not part of this, right?

: I don't see anywhere that specifically leaves you out...

: Aw, Hell no. I'm not going on that show and I don't care WHAT you offer as a prize.

: Hmm...I mean, I'd love to be on TV...But what do we need to do?

: Television! YES! THE REVOLUTION WILL BE TELEVISED!

: Hm...if everyone is doing it, why not?

: That's where you're WRONG. I'm not getting involved with this.

: Oh, come on, Austin...those hussies you're always trying to woo love this sort of thing. And you want the harlots to like you, right?

: While that's offensive, you do have a point. I'll THINK about it.

: My sword also thinks you should do it.

: See, when you put it THAT way....

: Well...uh...

: This I've got to hear.

: Ditto.

: What? Why does he need to explain himself?

: I suppose you think it's just peachy keen to act without any justification?

: Austin, do you honestly need to ask that?

: Why are you guys playing the question game?

: Does this dispute involve you at all?

: Have you forgotten the main question here?

: Wouldn't you rather keep your honor and play this game until a winner emerges?

: Is it possible to have an absolute winner in a question game played by four men?

: You tell me.

: Statement.

: DAMMIT.

: Which one of us is going to win?

: Uh, guys, you know, as fun as the question game is, I don't think everyone wants to see the three of you go at it for the next eight pages...

: Then just have Enjolras answer the question!

: Statement.

: But Austin's not even in the game anymore!

: Ah, but you WERE. And I am within my rights to drag anyone out with me.

: I hate you.

: Are you the only one left?

: What does it look like?

: Are you going to answer the main question Betsy asked?

: Is the Pope Jewish?

: What did you just say? You're gay?

: SHUT YOUR MOUTH!

: And so Hamlet wins again. What a surprise. -_-

: And as a reward, he gets a bloody nose from Enjolras.

: Uh...this doesn't apply to me. My native tongue is the same as Betsy's.

: SING! SING!

: No, I don't think I will.

: SING! SING!

: No, seriously. I'm not gonna-

: SING, GOD DAMMIT!

: Uh, sure! I'll sing whatever you want, just get that sword away from my crotch.

: *Snickers*

: Maybe you'd be more willing to sing if you were a choir boy, Austin. ^_^

: Shut it. I'm not willing to sing-period. However,Hamlet is rather insistant and-

: SING! SING NOW!

: ... Today is Monday; Today is Monday; Monday: Wash day. All you hungry brothers, we wish the same to you. Today is Tuesday; Today is Tuesday; Tuesday: string beans, Monday: Wash day. All you hungry brothers-

: I don't like this song. Sing me another.

: WHAT is wrong with that song? You wanted me to sing, so I sang!

: That's a children's song, isn't it?

: And the question asks for folk songs.

: Fine- You guys sing me a folk song if you're so smart.

: Heeeeeeeeey, Werther! You're into music and singing.

: ^_^ Of course. Let me see... Himmel und Erde müssen vergehn.Aber die Musici, aber die Musici, Aber die Musici, bleiben bestehn.

: Very nice. See, Austin? That's what you need to do...Austin?

:...I think he ran off.

: But...But we still have all those questions to answer today...

: Apparently Austin doesn't appreciate the beauty of song...

: Shut up, egotist.

: ...

: Don't look at me. Enjolras is the one with leadership experience.

: Right. Let me think...

: I like my shoes...sneakers are...scary.

: You can't go wrong with boots. Or, well, traditional Danish shoes.

: I've seen pictures of those...what the hell were your people smoking?

: Something very potent.

: Ok, simmer down my Germanic-origin friends. I have a solution. And this is it.

:...A magazine?

: Catalogue, actually. I think there are sneakers somewhere in there. Just...find a brand name and say something witty about it.

: Excellent idea. I'll start. *Ahem* Well, let me tell you, Betsy- if you want a good sneaker, I can think of nothing better than..."Sketchers". I mean, both comfortable and stylish. I think.

: No, I must differ. If you want class, you want..."Reebok". Looks sporty and active. Like me...er...if I were sporty and active.

: "New Balance" is the shoe of champions. It gives you a new balance, after all- hell, I wouldn't be surprised if these babies let you climb walls!

: ^_^;; I think we should move on...

: Agreed.

: AGH! IT'S THE CRAZY PSYCHO BOY AGAIN!

: Awww...why didn't you call him, Werther?

: Obviously he's enamored with your..."beauty".

: *Chuckle*

: To hell with the pair of you!

: So? Why did you stand up your date?

: HE'S NOT MY DATE! HE'S SOME FREAKING KID WHO- Hamlet, what are you doing?

: I'm calling the number your little friend gave. You know, to tell him you're sorry and that you'll see him soon...

: WHAT?! THE DAMN YOU ARE!

: Keep holding his arms, Enjolras! It's ringing!

: Will do.

: LET ME GO!

:...Hello?

: DON'T TALK TO HIM!!! STOP!

: ...No! WAIT! SOMEONE IS ON THE LINE! WAIT! DON'T- dammit. They hung up on me.

: I take it you didn't get Timmy, then?

: No, some secretary. Not that it matters, since we "don't exist" and she couldn't hear me.

: Timmy Oakland has a SECRATARY?!

: See for yourself!

: You've got to be messing with me...Ah, ja, Hello! I'm calling for Timmy-Hello, yes, someone is- HEY!

: See? SEE?

: I am confused.

: Then maybe we best address the next question.

: Oh, this is easy. I wanted to be the King of Denmark. Wow, when you're the heir to the throne, your ambitions certainly are easy.

: Uh...at 12? I wanted to play with my toys and leave it at that.

: I refuse to answer. When I was 12, I was still but a child.

: I sense a blackmail opportunity...

: No. Let's drop it.

: Awww...did lil' Enjolras wanna be a prince? Did lil' Enjolras wanna be the master of all of his subjects?

: Shut up.

: Ooo...Looks like I hit the nail on the head. Mr. "We are all equals! The poor must rise!" wanted to be one of those "oppressive bourgoise".

: I told you to shut up.

: I'm sorry, Enjolras...we can't ALL be princes. Only the most blessed of men.

: There are probably some "Princess" spaces open, though...

: You've just dug your grave, Kraut.

: Uh...are those gladiators?

: Don't look at me- I don't recognize those names.

: Aren't they singers?

: Why do you think that?

: Austin has called "Moby" a "No talent hack" on occasion. That's all.

: Then they could be actors too, right?

: Excellent point. This might be harder than we thought.

: Then let's not answer.

: On what grounds?

: On the grounds Austin isn't here and he's the only one who knows this.

: I second this plan.

: That settles it. No more questions today.

: Shut up and let me see the questions.

: If only he WERE one of us...

: Betsy does raise a valid point about the quotes...why IS his name displayed like that? We accept everyone else's word as to who they are...

: Werther, this is your area of knowledge- why the quotes?

:...have you READ his letters? There's no way he's who he claims to be!

: Oh, that's right...the two of you had a date or something didn't you?

: Shut your mouth NOW, Frenchie. He's been ASKING me to go out with him, but I have not yet accepted.

: ...implying that you MAY in the future?

: What? Nein! NO! DAMMIT, YOU GUYS!

: I thought little kids were your thing.

: WOMEN are my thing. LOTTE is-...WAS my thing.

: 'Was'. Exactly. Which is why Enjolras is saying you use little kids to-

:WHOA, WHOA! I'm stopping you guys NOW, before you sent Werther into one of his moods or you kill each other.

: -_-;; I'm not SO moody...

: Hell yes.

: I ain't going nowhere. It's my damn apartment.

: Well...honestly, maybe I'd stick around.

: Hey, if I could get my own place, I'd leap at the chance. You can continue to live in this hell hole.

: Amen to that, brother.

: I'll have you whiney bitches know that my apartment is pretty nice and you're DAMN lucky that I haven't kicked you out.

: Phff. Bring it on!

: I like to keep them out of the car if I can help it. I especially avoid having the three of them in the car with me at the same time.

: I've noticed that...why?

: -_-; Because of the cigarette lighter incident.

: This is one story I was unaware of. Do share...

: Enjolras set my car seats on fire with the cigarette lighter...and it wasn't cheap to replace all the seats. Yes, he managed to ruin them all.

: In my defense, I was actually trying to drive that lighter into Werther's eyes, but the bastard kept moving.

: God dammit...I do remember this...

: That's horrible! So you never managed to drive the lighter in his eyes?!

: Nah, S'all good. I got him after I set the seats on fire and he tried to make a break away in the parking lot. I tackled that sucker and...whoo, if you could have seen the look on his face when I-

: Argh. And the worst part is, I can't complain about this because nothing beats the pain of being shot in the head.

: At any rate, we're long over due for a road trip!

: No, you're really not. You guys rarely get along in open quarters...I shudder to think what would happen if the 3 of you were in a car for extended periods of time.

: ROAD TRIP! ROAD TRIP!

:Get away from me!!

: Geez, let me think. I've sent him to the E.R. at least 10 times...

: 12.

: You've been counting?

: No...but my insurance company has.

: Heh heh...Look, I've done you a favor! I've made you closer with the people in your insurance company!

:...Joy.

: But I suppose the worst thing I've ever done was that one time, with the lye.

: ...actually, that was ME.

: Oh. Right. And you're still bitter.

: Oui.

: ...er...going back the question at hand: the worst thing I've ever done to AUSTIN was set him on fire.

: *Ahem*

: Yeah, fine, it wasn't all of him.

: Go on.

: I set Austin's fingers and toes on fire. You know, gangster like.

: It was bad enough to send me to E.R....but then the police wouldn't leave me alone and spent weeks grilling me for information they thought I had.

: Hm...Hamlet's outdone me. The worst I ever did to you was take that pack on safty pins and stick them all up your arm.

: Yes, I remember that. See all these lovely little red dots on my right arm? Those would be the damn scars.

: They're not THAT visible...

: But you don't deny their existence, do you?

: Why would I? I'm PROUD of my deeds.

: . . .

: I've...uh...called you rude names?

: Werther, don't even TRY to compete with the other two...

: They're fine. I mean, I'm not really looking to FATHER any at the moment, but I want to have them eventually. And I'm not really gonna go out of my way to interact with them.

: I am just as distrustful of children as I am of everyone else.

: I thought you were over that point of your life.

: I am...but old beliefs die hard. And those little fuckers are just as crafty as their parents...

: Who has time for Children? Yes, we are working towards a bright future for the children through our revolution-

: YOUR revolution.

:...but unless the children want to aid in bringing it about, I have no time for them.

: ^_^ I LOVE CHILDREN!!! They're so precious, and cute, and darling, and clever, and they love me, and they're amusing and know such fun games, and-

: Is it just me or is some still a child himself?

: Er...what?

: Apparently, she wants to eat you.

: Hmm...You've never struck me as overly tasty looking. You're a bit too bitter.

: Shut up.

: Maybe he's a French tart.

: Ha ha !

: Hey!

: Uh...which one?

: She's talking about you, Hamlet.

: No, you.

: You.

: You.

: You.

: You.

: You-OW!

: Had to slap some sense into you, boy!

: Grr...

: Austin's not French either...Or are you?

: Damned if I know. But...uh...for this question, SURE I AM! Don't eat me!

:...Loser.

: Ah, well, my first name's-

: Nancy. :P

: "Nancy"?! The hell?

: Well, you're a nancy boy, so I figured...

: HEY!

: OW!

: Do you guys even HAVE more than one name?

: Sure! Being nordic in descent, I have an easily determined one!

: You don't say.

: It is typical of my people to take their father's name plus the suffix "son" (as it is only the son who bears the family name)as their sir name. Take Leif Eriksson, for example...

: So, in short, you're saying your name is "Hamlet Hamletsson"?

: Damn straight.

: I'd love to tell you my last name, but you're ignorant and can't even pronounce my first name half the time, so why should I bother?

: It's extremely long and extremely German, isn't it?

: I said nothing like that. But it may or may not be 12 syllables long, 4 letters of which are vowels.

: 12 syllables?!

: I never said it WAS, per se...^^;

: If you don't mind, then, I'd like to actually answer this question.

: ...I actually answered it...

: Shut up. Anyhow, my name's-

: Dammit! Cut off again!

: People are singing?

: I certainly don't hear them.

: Why do I get the sense there's something more to this question than meets the eye?

:

...singing the songs of angry men...it is the music of a people who will not be slaves again...

: Nothing. I don't hear anything either.

: "Enjolras".

: If I remember correctly, we just chose our shoes at random.

: Oui...

: No, no, her point is why didn't you discuss this when the shoe question was brought before you.

: Oh.....Wait, what's Nike doing?

: Child labor...and stuff.

: So it would appear from the question.

: Uh...I'm going to have to research this, Sovia. We'll see where I stand after I determine what is up with Nike.

: You? Doing research? Unheard of!

: Yeah, Yeah...blow me, Deutsche-boy.

: "Enjolras".

: Recount it? Sure. Hamlet showed up first and everyone around me was convinced I was stoned, because I kept talking and pointing to "a guy who wasn't there".

: Well, with your haircut at the time. I mean, a ponytail? Please.

: Then Werther showed up, and it took my awhile to realize that he ALSO wasn't real. People once again looked upon me as a stoner.

: Well, your cooking does sort of have that effect sometimes...

: I figured Enjolras out right away, though. Violent from the get go without any "real life" effects.

: They had it coming, whether or not it took.

: As for help, I've tried. But nothing seems to work.

: Yeah, he's got this notion that we're going to disappear or something.

: It's particularly amusing to go with him to his little "sessions" and pick apart the psychiatrist's words.

: If Austin gets annoyed and starts talking to you, you get 1 point.

: 2 points if the shrink asks him who he's talking to.

: 10 points if she tries to commit him.

: Seriously, guys, that's NOT funny.

: Nor is being called a delusion.

: Touche.

: "Did I stab him"? When? When I first met him? No. That's not really the polite thing to do, now is it?

: Come to think of it, have you EVER stabbed me?

: Hm. Good point. First time for everything!

: GYAH! GET AWAY!

: I like animals fine, but I've never been any good at taking care of them. I mean, if it were my kitten, I'm sure I'd take good care of it and all, but at the moment I'm a bit busy with my life in general and can't really take one.

: Kitten, eh? Sure, I'd raise it. I'd raise it on beer and blood.

: WHY?

: Because it's my damn kitten. And I can raise it however I want.

: Of course I'd care for it! I would raise it to the best of my abilities and pet it or whatever else kittens desire. And when it became a cat, I'd...I dunno, do cat stuff with it?

: The Feline of the revolution cannot be a weak-

: Argh. Not another of these things.

: Hey, I let you speak, Mr."My cat would be an inebriated blood sucker"! It's your turn to listen now! Anyhow, the Feline of the revolution cannot be a weak cat- she must be proud, majestic, and most of all, stand for all that we are fighting for. Non, not just any kitten can fill this role. Whatever kitten is before me must fit these guidelines, lest it be turned away and left for the wolves.

: We live in an apartment complex. There are no wolves.

: Well...the wolves outside of the building.

: We're in a residential suburb. There are no wolves.

: Fine. Children with rocks, then.

: Wouldn't most children take the kitten as their own pet rather than beat it with rocks?

: ...Severely mentally disturbed children with rocks.

: If they're severely mentally disturbed, who's to say their aim with the rocks is any good? Perhaps they would miss the kitten and it would flee to the safety of an old woman's lap.

: Ok, then, you whiners- escaped convicts with ice picks and sledge hammers. You happy?

: Much better.

: The hell?

: :( That's not a happy thought at all...

: This one's all yours, Hamlet.

: What do I think of it? I think it's very well done play and movie. Although it seems to make my childhood friends into more innocent characters than they truly were when it came to serving my Uncle-father and bringing me to my death.

: But they didn't kiil you! Laertes did!

: Right. And I suppose my little visit to England was just going to be one of sight seeing and mirth.

: It should also be taken into account, however, that "Rosencrantz and Guildenstern" is one of our author's favorites. Therefore, it can be assumed that there is some form of influence at work.

: As a final note, thank god for pirates. Yar.

: Well, uh...

: That is...erm...

: That's not really important.

: Right. Exactly.

: Dammit, you guys! You avoid enough questions already. Can't you open up about ONE thing?

: Austin, I'm saying this not only as a friend-

: Har.

: ...but also a representitive for the rest of the household; Don't worry about it.

: THAT'S NOT AN ANSWER!

: Neither is raising your voice at us!

: Answer the question or-

: WERTHER! PUPPY EYES! NOW!

: *Sniffle*

Bitte...Austin...let's just...move on. *Sniffle*

: I hate you all.

: YOU!! WHY HAVE YOU DARED TO WRITE ME HERE?!

: You ok there, Hamlet?

: No. I have to deal with the arrogance of "Prince Asshole of the errant topsoil" or something. So, I'm gonna get MY "hiney whooped", eh? Last time I checked, Re-re, your kingdom was non-existant. Oh, yeah, and there's the simple matter of actually HAVING fighting experience. All you ever do is whine to you little LJ and stalk that strumpet in your office- WHO WAS GOOD IN BED LAST NIGHT.

: Zing!

: Oh, snap.

: HA! SHOWS WHAT YOU KNOW! 30 is not THAT old! And I shall live forever in- it's not that grey is it?

: Well, yeah, it kinda is.

: It's a youthful grey, though. And you've no wrinkles or anything...

: It could be worse...you could be going bald.

: *Shudder* Baaaaaaald.

: Dammit, it's a "Steely brown". It's not grey!

: Look, Gramp- I mean, Hamlet. It's not like we think you're that old!

: *Snicker* Yeah, it's just that most men your age don't look so...wisened.

: *Look at each other and fall to the ground in peals of laughter*

: A POX ON YOUR THROATS, YOU BAWLING, BLASPEHMOUS, UNCHARITABLE DOGS!!!

: AH! Hamlet! Stop! Happy place! Happy place!

: Uhm...we HAVE killed him in his sleep. Or I have, at any rate.

: What? When?

: Not too long after the lye incident.

: Really? I don't reme-oh, yeaaaah. *Chuckles* You sure did.

: So let me tell you, "Thung"- it doesn't work.

: I guess you guys can't be killed.

:*Blank stare* ..........yes.

: That's an...interesting reaction.

: CHANGING THE SUBJECT, if you're looking for Laertes, check ancient Greece. I'm sure he's running around in a myth world somewhere.

: I'm pretty sure he means the Laertes that KILLED you, not Odysseus's Dad.

: Hey, Prince Dickweed didn't specify.

: Uhm, yeah. Yeah, he did.

: No, he just asked if "Laertes was the only man who ever had balls". No doubt because he wants to su-

: OH! Look, one more question!!!

: I don't see YOU with a kingdom, bitch. At least mine still exists in some form. As for those pesky Norweigans...it's only a matter of time.

: Oh? Until what?

: Until I wipe their pathetic little country off the map.

: Genocide's illegal.

: Won't be when I'm making laws again.

: Forgive me if I'm wrong, but I don't think you ever made laws, much less obtained a status higher than "Prince".

: I was king for a full 5 minutes after my Uncle died. Hear THAT, Elf-scum?! It is not a PRINCE you fight....oh, no, it is the KING of Denmark! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!

: ...I'm scared.

: I'm running to the door on "3". 1...2...

: Way ahead of you.

: Words, words, words...