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[wizzardly]

VOICEMAIL:

"Er... yes, okay, I suppose I should tell you that if you're trying to reach me I'm not here, and if you're trying to reach me because you want to do something involving pointy bits of metal or otherwise painful objects, I'm never going to be here. So sorry."

Comments

[kickingand]

[ Maybe. Ish. Sort of. ]

Didn't stop me from bringing it.

[wizzardly]

...You have it here? With you?

[that Dean is telling him this leads Rincewind to wonder if he isn't the brightest demon in Hell.]

[kickingand]

[ One should take heed and question whether or not any of the shit Dean is spewing is fact or fiction, Rincewind. ]

Showed up when I did. Pretty convenient in an alternate dimension.

[wizzardly]

[he prefers to just think Dean's a dull tool; in his defense, most demons he's met are.]

I've no doubt. There's always a call for magic blades, they never go out of style.

[kickingand]

[ Well, it doesn't help matters that Dean is kind of an idiot too, but let's not dwell on that. ]

Especially when you consider that this is a dimension ain't too bad.

[wizzardly]

I've certainly been in worse.

...Certain archangels aside.

[kickingand]

And here you two seem like such good buddies.

[wizzardly]

It may not have occurred to you that being publicly respectful to a murderous, all-powerful being is safer for one's health than the alternative.

[kickingand]

I shot him point blank range about four years ago and lived to tell the tale. I don't do publicly respectful.

[wizzardly]

Well goody for you. You'll forgive me if I don't follow a dead man's example.

[kickingand]

Because i'm sure faking it for him makes him feel so much better.

[wizzardly]

I don't care at this point. The best I can do is not piss him off further and fade quietly into obscurity. So that's what I bloody well plan to do.

[kickingand]

And you're doing such a good job of it.

[ how do you think he found you, buddy ]

[wizzardly]

Please, as what I can only assume is his lap dog, do give me any advice you have on the matter.

[kickingand]

Would if I could. But you are kinda fun to watch.

[wizzardly]

...I have to wonder when I became so bloody entertaining to everyone.

[kickingand]

Maybe it's a talent you should market.

[wizzardly]

I can hear the punchline coming. Something to do with children's birthday parties, am I right?

[kickingand]

You're the one who said it, not me.

[wizzardly]

And have you found something to do with your time? Outside of whatever Lucifer has you doing. Which would be... fanning him, I'd suppose? Washing his windows?

[kickingand]

[ Can you hear him grinning. Can you. Can. You. ]

You mean apart from getting laid? I don't know, is there something else i'm supposed to be doing?

[wizzardly]

- Right, never mind, forget I asked.

[let's not stumble into a chat about Dean's sex (after)life.]

[kickingand]

Hey, you brought it up. [ Is that a pun? Was it intended? We'll never know. ] Not nearly often enough apparently, considering i'm here talking to you.

[wizzardly]

[terrible, Dean. Terrible.]

Which, I have to point out, is not going to aid that particular situation.

[kickingand]

[ He tries. ]

Believe me, I don't need any additional help at this point.