Fandom Radio - Saturday 7/1
Sunday, August 2nd, 2009 01:02 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Jean: Leave me alone! Shoo! Stupid squirrels!
*Struggling sounds and chittering*
Tybalt: T'is but the worst timing on your part, rodents, seeking out the like of -- Lady Jean. T'is a lovely evening to find ourselves in one another's company, I daresay. Art thou here with thanks to our fine furred friends, as well?
Jean: Tybalt? I--they wouldn't leave me alone.
Tybalt: It would seem they've some purpose to their actions, though what it is they seek is sadly lost to-- *Chittering* *Paper rustling* ... Ah. Notes.
Jean: But why us?
Tybalt: I surmise that it is because squirrels are vile, loathsome, vicious beasts with an ill sense of humour.( At Least They're Not Dead Yet )
Jean: He's not a penguin anymore.
Tybalt: *Long, thoughtful pause* That does not mean that we'll be cancelling our swimming date, I hope?
Jean: Oh! Of course not...
Tybalt: Of course, seeing as today I reach my nineteenth year, perhaps I might solicit thee for other activities as well.
Jean: It's your birthday? You should have told me!
Tybalt: *This is the long-suffering sigh of a man who knows he might never get laid.*
*Struggling sounds and chittering*
Tybalt: T'is but the worst timing on your part, rodents, seeking out the like of -- Lady Jean. T'is a lovely evening to find ourselves in one another's company, I daresay. Art thou here with thanks to our fine furred friends, as well?
Jean: Tybalt? I--they wouldn't leave me alone.
Tybalt: It would seem they've some purpose to their actions, though what it is they seek is sadly lost to-- *Chittering* *Paper rustling* ... Ah. Notes.
Jean: But why us?
Tybalt: I surmise that it is because squirrels are vile, loathsome, vicious beasts with an ill sense of humour.( At Least They're Not Dead Yet )
Jean: He's not a penguin anymore.
Tybalt: *Long, thoughtful pause* That does not mean that we'll be cancelling our swimming date, I hope?
Jean: Oh! Of course not...
Tybalt: Of course, seeing as today I reach my nineteenth year, perhaps I might solicit thee for other activities as well.
Jean: It's your birthday? You should have told me!
Tybalt: *This is the long-suffering sigh of a man who knows he might never get laid.*