- (Jim --> Hive): I'm back in town.
- (Hive --> Jim): Jeez, what took you so long.
- (Jim --> Hive): 'Traffic was brutal. I'll bring you flowers. Took some pretty pictures of the landscape you might like.'
- (Hive --> Jim): Wonderful. I like heather. Landscape, eh. You do any myspace-style self shots? Hold the camera out on the end of a branch?
- (Jim --> Hive): 'You don't want to see that, bro. My best rural camo is au naturale. What're you wearing.'
- (Hive --> Jim): Fucking t-shirt and jeans, dude, I'm at the library. Surrounded by thousands of your dead cousins.
- (Jim --> Hive): 'That's what I want done when I'm die. I'm donating my body to a pulp mill. I want to be made into a Sports Illustrated, swimsuit edition.'
- (Hive --> Jim): Pfff. Your luck, you'd get to be the fucking AARP quarterly instead.
- (Jim --> Hive): 'You'd still read me.'
- (Hive --> Jim): Pfft. Why? I already know the story.
- (Jim --> Hive): 'Because you cheat.'
- (Jim --> Hive): 'Hey. What am I thinking right now?'
- (Hive --> Jim): We're all going to die.
- (Jim --> Hive): 'You are one depressing mother fucker.'
- (Hive --> Jim): But. Not wrong.
- (Jim --> Hive): 'I doesn't not look like we're all going to die.'
- (Jim --> Hive): 'But I was also thinking about tits.'
- (Hive --> Jim): Guessing that would hardly have been impressive it's basically like the free space in bingo.
- (Jim --> Hive): 'Speaking of intimate bits, I have some specs on your little murderbot buddies. I hope you speak computer shit because it's all gibberish to me.'
- (Hive --> Jim): Ennnngh. I have some friends who're good with that shit. We can work it out.
- (Jim --> Hive): 'Also. I got a set of wheels. Nissan Altima. You want a lift home? I have this bad boy until Wednesday. I'll let your rev the engine.'
- (Jim --> Hive): 'She says purr. I'm naming her Tammy.'
- (Hive --> Jim): What the fuck, don't name it. If you name it you won't want to give it up.
- (Jim --> Hive): 'No way, this one will last. We met at the airport. She's cherry-red and knows how I like it.'
- (Hive --> Jim): Jesus fuck you're already attached. You'd make the shittiest foster parent.
- (Jim --> Hive): 'You haven't seen how fast I go through them yet.'
- (Hive --> Jim): I'd say heartbreaker but man that would mean someone actually attached to your sorry ass.
- (Jim --> Hive): 'Tell that to my ex-wife...s.'
- (Jim --> Hive): 'The car came with sunglasses. You can't make this shit up, this is real deal.'
- (Hive --> Jim): ... It came with sunglasses.
- (Jim --> Hive): 'They were under the seat. I just found them when I dropped a tic tac. My mind is blown. This is love. You have to take a picture of us.'
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