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Your Punishment is Over

Due to me being busy and the bulk of my commenting readership being generally whiney overcritical bitches, I decided not to make any entries for a bit.

I also thought not telling anyone that I wasn't going to make any entries just to prove that I'm here for my entertainment and not yours was also necessary.

In effect, fuck ya'll.

Over the course of the last few days, several events have occured enough to make a State of the Sagien post.

The men and women in sagien's life has made tremendous strides in being more interesting. These are their stories...

The Second Coming

Fridays are usually a busy time. Things come to an end on Fridays. Clean up day, as sagien has come to know it.

"I can get him to block me in nine letters," sagien challenged.

"I can get him to block you in six letters," mincus played along.

A few moments passed in this intense instant messenging standoff.

"I can do it in three."

"Name that block," mincus conceded.

Several miles away, a computer chimes the familiar sound of a new instant message going through. The chat window blinks is user friendly, calming blue. Calming, yet demanding attention at the same time.

"sagien: Fag," the window read.

"How clever am I," sagien snickers to himself, "he'll block me any sec.."

"wombat: Hey, how have you been," the window responded, in its ever soothing blueish overtones.

"Fuck." Sagien always hated losing.

A Death in the Family

It's late.

The steak wombat provided was good. The cigar was a wonderful dessert.

It's quite late. He picks up the phone.

"We just got out of the lecture. Tilton?" she said, indicating that there will be a meeting at the bar.

"Ugh," sagien thought. He tells her he's tired.

"You can do whatever you want to do."

"Is Camel with you?"

"Yes."

"Well, I did tell him I'd buy him some drinks."

It's very very late.

Sagien arrives at the bar, a bit disgruntled. He sits down and hands Joe Camel the cigarettes he requested. He didn't seem like he was in a very good mood.

Dinner was uneventful. The place was extremely busy, even for a Friday night. The waitress was like a phantom, making cameo appearances that were few and far between.

Kudra showed up minutes after sagien got there, and she sat down next to Joe. Her presence didn't seem to affect her mood any.

Minutes passed, spent complaining about how everyone's day went -- the usual chatter. Then sagien's phone rings and he answers it.

"The Californians will be here in a few minutes," he announces after hanging the phone up. Joe grimaces. Kudra withered in her exhaustion some more. Kitsu sat there cutely.

Several minutes passed in bored silence, with Joe periodically grimacing and mouthing lyrics to some intense music that only he can hear. Finally, the out of staters show up.

The male one sits down and takes a gander at the group.

"Whats wrong with you guys? You look like someone died."

Time slowed down, Joe Camel takes milliseconds to take aim, and flicks his finger. The cigarette sails brilliantly, end over end, across space and time towards it's intended target.

It bounced off the male's chest and drops to the ground. Everyone noticed it but him.

Joe Camel, in his natural style and flourish, retrieves another Camel Turkish Gold from his pack and lights it. The waitress arrives and Joe orders two more drinks.