IC contact: Sirenspull

[paterelohim]

Uh, hi! This is Ca- I mean Chuck Shurley, just- Chuck, sorry. [Indistinct fumbling noises] Leave a message after the beep and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Thanks?

Comments

[paterelohim]

Bar. Skanks.

[His sons are bar sluts. FML.]

[farfromheavn]

[At least they didn't become strippers because Daddy abandoned them to become a dead beat drunk writer.

Not even dignifying that with a response just gives Chuck a flat, unimpressed look. Don't make her hang up because the prophet's immature, because she will.]

omg rude

[paterelohim]

So who won?

no u

[farfromheavn]

We did, but they let us.

[This is what happens when Michael plays nice with his brother, Chuck.]

[paterelohim]

[It's better than world-ending.]

Come on, like you couldn't have beaten them.

[farfromheavn]

[Does that include the part where the banjos played a little that Michael's neglected to tell?]

Of course we could have beaten them, but they deliberately let us win.

[paterelohim]

[...Chuck will still admit that it's better than world-ending. Banjos or no banjos.]

Cause they thought plying you with pizza, cosmos, and bowling would get them laid.