Zapolyarny Palace, Snezhnaya
4:56 PM
Tartaglia is online
Balladeer is online
Tartaglia: Hey comrade
Balladeer: no, fuck off
Tartaglia: Damn, comrade-
Balladeer: fuck. off.
Tartaglia: Why
Balladeer: because i fucking told you to
Tartaglia: Cmon comrade-
Balladeer: what the fuck do you want then
Tartaglia: Just be nice to me, that's all I ask
Balladeer: fucking no, ew
Tartaglia: Why not
Balladeer: i have no reason to, number 11.
Tartaglia: I will crush your spinal cord.
Balladeer: I'd like to see you fucking try, fuckwad.
Il Dottore is online
Balladeer: OH COME FUCKING ON
Dottore: Will you two shut up? I have experiments to do
Tartaglia: No
Balladeer: you're the only one who seems to care for your dumbass fucking experiments, if we haven't made it obvious enough, so go suck some dick and do your experiments up your ass if you wanna complain THAT fucking much.
Dottore: I swear to- why do i hear children
Tartaglia: You don't
Balladeer: i don't hear shit
Dottore: Tartaglia. Is. There. Children. In. Your. Office?
Tartaglia: NO
Balladeer: FUCKING PLEASEEEEEE IM DONE WITH YOU BITCHASSES
Tartaglia: DOTTORE BACK AWAY FROM MY BROTHERS
Dottore: HAH SO THERE IS
Balladeer: stupid fuckers
Tartaglia: i can fucking crush you with my hands.
Dottore: No?
Tartaglia: rightttt
Balladeer: isn't dottore like number 3 or something? i don't remember. if i can bring your unnaturally tall ass to the ground i'll enjoy watching that go down
Tartaglia: I can become 12ft. You'll look like a fucking ant.
Balladeer: as if that's intimidating, i've seen worse
The Tsaritsa is online
Dottore: Your majesty.
Tartaglia: My lord.
Balladeer is offline
Tsaritsa: Huh..
Tartaglia: HAHAHA THAT PUSSY
Dottore: NAHHH
Tsaritsa: Watch your mouth, Tartaglia.
Tartaglia: Yes your majesty
La Signora is online
Balladeer is online
Balladeer: I AM NO FUCKING PUSSY YOU JACKASS.
Balladeer is offline
La Signora: what the hell is happening-
Tsaritsa: My favorite Harbinger! Hello Signora!
Tartaglia: WOUNDED, YES YOU ARE BALLADEER
Dottore: Ouch
La Signora: greetings, your majesty.
Tartaglia: I'm gonna throw hands
Dottore: right, hello signora
La Signora: hi dottore, good afternoon to you too tartaglia.
Balladeer is online
Tartaglia: Ah yes, hello comrade! ^^
Dottore: i swear.
Tartaglia: What?
Dottore: It's almost like you're only nice to La Signora and or The Balladeer
Tartaglia: You always try to fucking inject me with shit
Balladeer: as if any of you are fucking likable in any situation
La Signora: how kind.
Tartaglia: Balladeer don't act like you're likable either.
Dottore: DAMNNNNNNNN
Balladeer: if you think i don't fucking know that you are heavily fuckin mistaken. we all know you're an oblivious dumbass so don't even get me fucking STARTED on that.
Tartaglia: What do you mean oblivious?
Dottore: Nah is this a love confession? I'm going to fucking die and leave
Balladeer: dottore, nobody would care if you died, i'll make sure to kill you myself. the fuck you mean love confession?
Dottore: The way you made it sound
Tsaritsa: Il Dottore, leave No.11 alone. Stay away from his office.
Dottore: I just wanna test on him.
Tsaritsa: No.
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