| It figures. |
[Sep. 7th, 2005|09:53 am] |
Half the world is getting sick, and she's not even getting the sniffles.
Thank god I've got a job to do. Doing whatever I can to help. My force field should keep me safe.
But I know she's dusting off the Wonder Woman costume for when this is all done. *shudder* Do you have any idea what it's like? It's better if you don't. Trust me. She makes me wear a... never mind. It's worth it. Because she's old, and feeble, and when she dies, I get everything.
Huh. "When she dies." The world is getting the plague, and she's the model of health.
Hell, what other 80 year old woman has an overclocked libido?
I hope Ted's alright... not that I care or anything. I'm not talking to him, after all.
Huh. I haven't really spoken to Sue since she came back. Ah, the old crew. Sue, Ralph, Max, Bea, Ted... who I'm not talking to, I should note... Guy... wait. Not Guy. He can be left out of the fond reminiscing. So can Ted, actually... because I'm not speaking to him.
I wonder if they could use my force fields up at the Watchtower. Get me up off of Earth, and further away from her.
It's only delaying the inevitable, I know, but I can be happy with an illusion of security. |
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