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[captainfuckingmagic]

[Harry just got home, bags scattered across the kitchen, the device is on the counter, and he's looking in them perplexed like he doesn't know what's in them. And, to be fair, he sort of doesn't.] The fuck is up with this math shit today. I can't do math. Walking through the store trying to get food and I'm multiplying shit times a ridiculous number... I even had a list. Half the crap in these bags isn't on it. I just have like... Fuckin' pies and soda and cigarettes and shit. The hell. Half a tomato? Who even let me buy part of a tomato? [He mumbles to himself.] Fucking math everywhere, I'm not even trying and then it's just there with the eight percent and yanking me around. Jesus.

[He stands there, looking at the half unpacked groceries, then looks at the device, grabs a cigarette, and walks into another room to leave it for later.] Crazy goddamn day.


[ooc: backdated like half an hour.]

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[mightbeconcussed]

At least half your booty sounds good. You know, the pie and the soda.

[ironmanic]

Oooh. You're angry.

[conesoldstober]

Did math murder your family in a heartless rampage as a small child or something of that sort?

[freedrinkplease]

[ Mmmmm. Pie is good. ]

You complainin' when there be pie? You dumb, foxy?

[stopbleepingme]

Oi! Can you swear? Any more? Grow up in a barn, did you?

[signatures]

They let you walk out of the grocers with half a tomato?