UN: fuckthis

[pawnish]

[Have an extremely exhausted sounding British man with more than a little edge of bitter sarcasm in his tone.]

Well, I suppose I should be grateful that it's not a goddamn tape recorder.

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[albatrossomen]

Or a what do you call them... clowns? With cloth handkerchiefs. Although often they just appear, either way I still dislike them.

[That's probably for the best.]

[pawnish]

Fuck. Clowns.

[Yeah, the amount of absolute fury in his words definitely dwarfs almost all of his reactions to other comments, even when he'd found out Jon was here.]

[albatrossomen]

[Huh... interesting.]

I was... under the impression the function of clowns is entertainment. Is that incorrect?

[pawnish]

Oh Christ!

[Tim is just going to be over here hitting his head against something hard and heavy. Sorry Navi, but can you blame him.]

Are you an avatar?

[albatrossomen]

Oh! I do know what that is!

[Thank you Jon and Julia for your teaching him words.]

No, no I am not.

[He is refraining from scolding about that outburst. It's taking a lot to not do.]

[pawnish]

But you're not human. What are you?

[albatrossomen]

Hm. There are some stipulations on how I am able to deliver that information. As such, I'm going to have to have you guess. But I can give a hint:

Holiday greeting cards.

[As much as he hates the depictions that should be a fairly easy guess. He hopes.]

[pawnish]

Going to have to be more specific which holiday, mate.

[albatrossomen]

The one that eventually replaced what was once the winter solstice. Christ Mas I believe it has been called more recently?

[pawnish]

Jesus fucking Christ, you're an angel?!

[albatrossomen]

Oh you are quick! Very impressive. Though now I must ask you tone down that Lord's name in vain thing, if you would be so kind.

[pawnish]

[Tim laughs, and it's a sharp and bitter sound.]

Yeah, not fucking likely, mate.

[albatrossomen]

[This is going to be one of those frustrating humans. Good to know.]

Interesting.

[pawnish]

[Sorry, Mur, Tim makes a habit of being as frustrating as humanly possible. At this point it's kind of a reflexive talent.]

Yeah? What's so interesting about it?

[albatrossomen]

I often find humans interesting.

[It's a dodge, and he has every right to dodge. Tim won't be the first frustrating human, nor the last.]

[pawnish]

Well, I guess that makes everything okay then!

[albatrossomen]

That sounds like one of those saying one thing but meaning another statements. Are you being sarcastic with me, or am I misreading you?

[It's all asked in that painfully monotone manner that Murmur himself hard to read.]

[pawnish]

Nope! Definitely not being sarcastic, Mr. Angel Man. Or person. Or whatever, I don't know your pronouns.

[While the first part of that is definitely sarcastic as fuck, the stuff about the pronouns actually isn't.]

[albatrossomen]

I have confirmed with an expert, she says you are most definitely sarcastic. While technically I do not possess a gender "he" is fine. I am accustomed.

[He has a hard time understanding inflection through electronic means. While in-person communication is bolstered by his various annoying Angel Senses machines eliminate the ability for certainty. He's quite lost.]

[pawnish]

Is there a sarcasm expert here? Well, I guess I better make my way around to introduce myself.

[So that he can completely dethrone them from the title, of course.]

And 'he' got it, buddy.

[Yes, that is also sarcastic too, well, at the very least the buddy part of it.]

[sisterswitch]

That would be me. I'm Jack, btw. Sarcasm is just one of the many services I offer.

[pawnish]

Yeah? What else you got? From one sarcasm expert to another.

[sisterswitch]

Witchcraft, mostly, but I also make a decent vegan curry. Always a hit at potlucks.

[albatrossomen]

That would be her. [Referring to Jack, of course.]

Now why does that one sound sarcastic?