(Source: forbiddencolours666)

sniper-with-a-smoke:

Use your head, Moran. I shouldn’t have to spell it o u t.

No, you shouldn’t.

sniper-with-a-smoke:

Decidedly not.

Care to enlighten me, sir?

sniper-with-a-smoke:

Yes, obviously. Not entirely what I meant, though, is it.

No?

sniper-with-a-smoke:

You, tiger.

Now, why didn’t you just say so? Already yours, boss.

sniper-with-a-smoke:

Alright, boss, come on out with it. I’m not a fucking mindreader. What d’you want?

sniper-with-a-smoke:

My mist a ke. Do you have it in you to forgive me? Or must I beg.

That’s a good one, boss.

glenmcniven:

Ah y’know, that party.

Oh, that party.

Fuck you, McNiven.

sniper-with-a-smoke:

Have you always been this dense, or is it a relatively new development.

No need to be rude, sir, it was a simple question, yeah?

…I didn’t mean it. Peace offering?

You can take that fish and shove it up your arse.

sniper-with-a-smoke:

Hmm, do hurry. This mood may turn out to be as passing as that allusion over your.. head.

What’re you on about, boss?

Anonymous asked: I hope you get beak rot.

Anonymous asked: Depends how you say it. Actually, no - fuck you. See if I ever write another damn thing for you, you whiny twat.

Thank fuck for that.

+ armydoctorassistant

armydoctorassistant:

“Funny story, that. Also, keep your hands to yourself, yeah?”

“Fucking hilarious, I thought.”

(Source: moran-sm)