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[minigolfandsushi]

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[Peter actually recorded this message on Monday, but he was too drunk and cranky to actually post it.

Now that he's done sulking, of course, and completely forgotten about this, the City decides to post it for him. Thanks a lot, City.]



Will somebody please tell Chekov, Sophie, and that little rat bastard Howl that I'm not speaking to them anymore? I would do it myself, but I'm not speaking to them anymore.

YOU EITHER, CHARLIE. Fed me to the fucking wolves, that's what you did.


In conclusion, I hate fucking all of you, and if you are ever turned into small children again, I will throw you in front of the bus myself. So fuck you.

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[charring]

He was seven! You can't expect a seven year old to behave perfectly, especially one that thinks he woke up somewhere strange without any familiar face. So get over it, Peter. They were children. Everything was a bit frightening for them, I'm guessing.

[Frustrating man is so effing frustrating.]

Think of it this way. Would you prefer putting up with me as a terrified seven year old? Because I can guarantee it would have been a lot worse.

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[minigolfandsushi]

I don't want to put up with anyone as a 7 year old. Not even the god damn Dalai Lama.