Hot or Not?

[ford-sawyer-815.livejournal.com]

Yeah, yeah, it's another game. Bite me.

You know the drill. Rank the person above you from 1 (Dumptruck ugly) to 10 (I want you, you want me, let's have a good time). Be as nice--or mean--as ya damn well feel like.

First person you get to rank is yours truly. And remember, I know where you live.

Comments

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

Not exactly. I did say you weren't a ten, physically, but you didn't notice.

[telekinetic_badass]

I did. You said I was an eight. Were the mere two whole points off supposed to damage my ego? Because if that's what you were aiming for, you fell short of the mark, though that seems to be a habit of yours. Did you finally fix that fucked up robot of yours, or did you scrap the piece of junk so someone who actually knows what the fuck their doing can build something useful?

[clear-horizons.livejournal.com]

Mister Keller.

[telekinetic_badass]

Yes, sir? Is there something I can do for you?

[clear-horizons.livejournal.com]

Don't.

[telekinetic_badass]

...

Okay, fine. I'll let this one go.

[clear-horizons.livejournal.com]

Good. You're better than this kind of behavior, Mister Keller.

[telekinetic_badass]

True, but broccoli boy needs to be taught a lesson.

[clear-horizons.livejournal.com]

Not like that.

[telekinetic_badass]

Then what do you recommend? Cause punching him in the face hasn't been effective. About a third of the crew have already taken a shot at him and he still hasn't gotten the point.

[clear-horizons.livejournal.com]

He'll learn in time, however, engaging him in a battle of petty insults is degrading to you both, and simply proves his point while bringing you both down, Mister Keller.

Find a better way.