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Reek said:
Anything? Well, uh I guess I, deep down, am feeling a little confused. I mean, suddenly, you get married, and you're supposed to be this entirely different guy. I don't feel different. I mean, take yesterday for example. We were out at the Olive Garden for dinner, which was lovely. And uh, I happen to look over at a certain point during the meal and see a waitress taking an order, and I found myself wondering what color her underpants might be. Her panties. Uh, odds are they are probably basic white, cotton, underpants. But I sort of think well maybe they're silk panties, maybe it's a thong. Maybe it's something really cool that I don't even know about. You know, and uh, and I started feeling... what? what I thought we were in the trust tree in the nest, were we not?
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I knew a 6’6” bearded biker dude once who wore silk panties. He said he liked the feel against his skin.
 
Reek said:
Anything? Well, uh I guess I, deep down, am feeling a little confused. I mean, suddenly, you get married, and you're supposed to be this entirely different guy. I don't feel different. I mean, take yesterday for example. We were out at the Olive Garden for dinner, which was lovely. And uh, I happen to look over at a certain point during the meal and see a waitress taking an order, and I found myself wondering what color her underpants might be. Her panties. Uh, odds are they are probably basic white, cotton, underpants. But I sort of think well maybe they're silk panties, maybe it's a thong. Maybe it's something really cool that I don't even know about. You know, and uh, and I started feeling... what? what I thought we were in the trust tree in the nest, were we not?
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Can I tell you something? I’m not your friggin slave. You treat me and ya Mom like we’re an absolute JOKE.

We buy you poke-man cards! We let you sleep at your friends houses! We buy you lacrosse equipment from the good stores! We buy you Nintendo 64 games! Even when it’s not your birthday! I’ve had it! You treat me and Mom like a joke and I’ve had it! Reekmond Thomas Reekington!

You never thank your mother for anything! “THANK YOU, MOTHER, FOR THE CHICKEN TONIGHT!” “MOM I LOVE WHEN YOU COOK THE CHICKEN TONIGHT!” “MOM CAN I HELP YOU COOK THE CHICKEN TONIGHT??” CHICKEN TONIGHT....CHICKEN ...TONIGHT....

Chicken...tonight....all that ***** ever makes is chicken tonight....

.........

..............I’m sorry Reek. I’m sorry I got a bit mad there, I had a grumpy day at work and now...now...I’m having a grumpy day at home, aren’t I?

You know why? Because sometimes I see a bit of myself in you, kid. I want the best for you son, and I love you with all my heart. Now, come on. Bring it in, give your old man a hug.
 
Reek said:
Anything? Well, uh I guess I, deep down, am feeling a little confused. I mean, suddenly, you get married, and you're supposed to be this entirely different guy. I don't feel different. I mean, take yesterday for example. We were out at the Olive Garden for dinner, which was lovely. And uh, I happen to look over at a certain point during the meal and see a waitress taking an order, and I found myself wondering what color her underpants might be. Her panties. Uh, odds are they are probably basic white, cotton, underpants. But I sort of think well maybe they're silk panties, maybe it's a thong. Maybe it's something really cool that I don't even know about. You know, and uh, and I started feeling... what? what I thought we were in the trust tree in the nest, were we not?
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Roose Bolton said:
Can I tell you something? I’m not your friggin slave. You treat me and ya Mom like we’re an absolute JOKE.

We buy you poke-man cards! We let you sleep at your friends houses! We buy you lacrosse equipment from the good stores! We buy you Nintendo 64 games! Even when it’s not your birthday! I’ve had it! You treat me and Mom like a joke and I’ve had it! Reekmond Thomas Reekington!

You never thank your mother for anything! “THANK YOU, MOTHER, FOR THE CHICKEN TONIGHT!” “MOM I LOVE WHEN YOU COOK THE CHICKEN TONIGHT!” “MOM CAN I HELP YOU COOK THE CHICKEN TONIGHT??” CHICKEN TONIGHT....CHICKEN ...TONIGHT....

Chicken...tonight....all that ***** ever makes is chicken tonight....

.........

..............I’m sorry Reek. I’m sorry I got a bit mad there, I had a grumpy day at work and now...now...I’m having a grumpy day at home, aren’t I?

You know why? Because sometimes I see a bit of myself in you, kid. I want the best for you son, and I love you with all my heart. Now, come on. Bring it in, give your old man a hug.
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Schlosser85 said:
I knew a 6’6” bearded biker dude once who wore silk panties. He said he liked the feel against his skin.
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Roose Bolton said:
Can I tell you something? I’m not your friggin slave. You treat me and ya Mom like we’re an absolute JOKE.

We buy you poke-man cards! We let you sleep at your friends houses! We buy you lacrosse equipment from the good stores! We buy you Nintendo 64 games! Even when it’s not your birthday! I’ve had it! You treat me and Mom like a joke and I’ve had it! Reekmond Thomas Reekington!

You never thank your mother for anything! “THANK YOU, MOTHER, FOR THE CHICKEN TONIGHT!” “MOM I LOVE WHEN YOU COOK THE CHICKEN TONIGHT!” “MOM CAN I HELP YOU COOK THE CHICKEN TONIGHT??” CHICKEN TONIGHT....CHICKEN ...TONIGHT....

Chicken...tonight....all that ***** ever makes is chicken tonight....
.........

..............I’m sorry Reek. I’m sorry I got a bit mad there, I had a grumpy day at work and now...now...I’m having a grumpy day at home, aren’t I?

You know why? Because sometimes I see a bit of myself in you, kid. I want the best for you son, and I love you with all my heart. Now, come on. Bring it in, give your old man a hug.
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Who are you carrying all those bricks for anyway? Roose? Is that it?

Roose? Well, I tell ya, let me give you a little inside information about Roose.

Roose likes to watch. He’s a prankster. Think about it.

He gives man instincts. He gives you this extraordinary gift and then what does He do?
I swear, for his own amusement, his own private cosmic gag reel, he sets the rules in opposition.

It’s the goof of all time.
Look, but don’t touch.
Touch, but don’t taste.
Taste, don’t swallow

And while you’re jumping from one foot to the next, what is He doing?

He’s laughing his sick, ****ing ass off.

He’s a tight-ass. He’s a sadist.

He’s an absentee landlord. Worship that? Never!

I’m here on the ground with my nose in it since the whole thing began!

I’ve nurtured every sensation man has been inspired to have!

I cared about what he wanted and I never judged him.

Why? Because I never rejected him, in spite of all his imperfections!

I’m a fan of man! I’m a humanist. Maybe the last humanist.

Who, in their right mind could possibly deny the 20th century was entirely mine?

All of it!

All of it!

Mine!

I’m peaking, Hype.

It’s my time now.
 
This has bounced from Old School to Devil's Advocate, and I can't say I'm not impressed.
 
Reek said:
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Who are you carrying all those bricks for anyway? Roose? Is that it?

Roose? Well, I tell ya, let me give you a little inside information about Roose.

Roose likes to watch. He’s a prankster. Think about it.

He gives man instincts. He gives you this extraordinary gift and then what does He do?
I swear, for his own amusement, his own private cosmic gag reel, he sets the rules in opposition.

It’s the goof of all time.
Look, but don’t touch.
Touch, but don’t taste.
Taste, don’t swallow

And while you’re jumping from one foot to the next, what is He doing?

He’s laughing his sick, ****ing ass off.

He’s a tight-ass. He’s a sadist.

He’s an absentee landlord. Worship that? Never!

I’m here on the ground with my nose in it since the whole thing began!

I’ve nurtured every sensation man has been inspired to have!

I cared about what he wanted and I never judged him.

Why? Because I never rejected him, in spite of all his imperfections!

I’m a fan of man! I’m a humanist. Maybe the last humanist.

Who, in their right mind could possibly deny the 20th century was entirely mine?

All of it!

All of it!

Mine!

I’m peaking, Hype.

It’s my time now.
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Reek said:
Who are you carrying all those bricks for anyway? Roose? Is that it?

Roose? Well, I tell ya, let me give you a little inside information about Roose.

Roose likes to watch. He’s a prankster. Think about it.

He gives man instincts. He gives you this extraordinary gift and then what does He do?
I swear, for his own amusement, his own private cosmic gag reel, he sets the rules in opposition.

It’s the goof of all time.
Look, but don’t touch.
Touch, but don’t taste.
Taste, don’t swallow

And while you’re jumping from one foot to the next, what is He doing?

He’s laughing his sick, ****ing ass off.

He’s a tight-ass. He’s a sadist.

He’s an absentee landlord. Worship that? Never!

I’m here on the ground with my nose in it since the whole thing began!

I’ve nurtured every sensation man has been inspired to have!

I cared about what he wanted and I never judged him.

Why? Because I never rejected him, in spite of all his imperfections!

I’m a fan of man! I’m a humanist. Maybe the last humanist.

Who, in their right mind could possibly deny the 20th century was entirely mine?

All of it!

All of it!

Mine!

I’m peaking, Hype.

It’s my time now.
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It’s difficult, trying to make a living in the big world of early 90s Japanese corporate finance. I...dropped out of law school, even though I finished all my course work. I went around as a young man, taking whatever jobs I could, making notes, learning new skills. I once worked as a window cleaner at the world trade centre, trying to overcome my fear of heights. I once coached a high school volleyball team successfully into the state championships to make up for my own woeful athletics failings as a adolescent. I helped a painfully shy young man confess to his sweetheart, as a way to atone for my own estranged marriage. I became a jack of all trades, thinking it would give my life meaning. But the truth is, by becoming skilled at everything, I became a master at nothing.



I’m ...afraid. Do you hear me, Reeknori Yagamata? I’m afraid of being inadequate...I’m afraid..of ...being alone. I’m ...ooooh, god, I’m just afraid....
 
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Roose Bolton said:
It’s difficult, trying to make a living in the big world of early 90s Japanese corporate finance. I...dropped out of law school, even though I finished all my course work. I went around as a young man, taking whatever jobs I could, making notes, learning new skills. I once worked as a window cleaner at the world trade centre, trying to overcome my fear of heights. I once coached a high school volleyball team successfully into the state championships I make up for my own woeful athletics failings as a adolescent. I helped a painfully shy young man confess to his sweetheart, as a way to atone for my own estranged marriage. I became a jack of all trades, thinking it would give my life meaning. But the truth is, by becoming skilled at everything, I became a master at nothing.



I’m ...afraid. Do you hear me, Reeknori Yagamata? I’m afraid of being inadequate...I’m afraid..of ...being alone. I’m ...ooooh, god, I’m just afraid....
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Guess ya forgot what happened ter’us on the USS Heard… Japanese submarine slammed two torpedoes into her side, @Roose Bolton . We was comin’ back from the island of Tinian to Leyte. We’d just delivered the bomb. The Hiroshima bomb. Eleven hundred men went into the water. Vessel went down in 12 minutes. Didn’t see the first shark for about a half-hour. Tiger. 13-footer. You know how you know that in the water, Roose? You can tell by lookin’ from the dorsal to the tail. What we didn’t know, was that our bomb mission had been so secret, no distress signal had been sent. They didn’t even list us overdue for a week. Very first light, Roose, sharks come cruisin’, so we formed ourselves into tight groups. It was kinda like you see in the calendars, you know the infantry squares in the old calendars like the Battle of Waterloo and the idea was the shark come to the nearest man, that man he starts poundin’ and hollerin’ and sometimes that shark he go away… but sometimes he wouldn’t go away. Sometimes that shark, he looks right into ya. Right into your eyes. You know the thing about a shark? He’s got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like @Schlosser85 eyes. When he comes at ya, he doesn’t even seem to be livin’ until he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then… ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin’. The ocean turns red, and despite all the poundin’ and the hollerin’, they all come in and they rip you to pieces.

You know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men. I don’t know how many sharks, maybe a thousand. I don’t know how many men, they averaged six an hour. On Thursday mornin’, Roose, I bumped into a friend of mine, @Perfect Cell from Canada. Hockey player. Boson’s mate. I thought he was asleep. I reached over to wake him up. He bobbed up, down in the water, he was like a kinda top. Upended. Well, he’d been bitten in half below the waist.

At noon, the fifth day, a Mr. @KRYPTON INC. swung in low and he saw us. He was a young pilot, lot younger than Mr. @flickchick85 . Anyway he saw us and he come in low and three hours later a big fat PBY comes down and start to pick us up. You know that was the time I was most frightened. Waitin’ for my turn. I’ll never put on a lifejacket again. So, eleven hundred men went into the water. 316 men come out, the sharks took the rest, June the 29th, 1945. Anyway, we delivered the bomb.
 
...why am I the one that gets eaten by a shark? This is going to replace the T-Rex in my nightmares.
 
consider us even for your kind stealing my hockey team. and for that thing you did with my mother.
 
Look, the Bingo jackpot was two grand, and you get better odds if you have more people working the cards.
 
Reek said:
Guess ya forgot what happened ter’us on the USS Heard… Japanese submarine slammed two torpedoes into her side, @Roose Bolton . We was comin’ back from the island of Tinian to Leyte. We’d just delivered the bomb. The Hiroshima bomb. Eleven hundred men went into the water. Vessel went down in 12 minutes. Didn’t see the first shark for about a half-hour. Tiger. 13-footer. You know how you know that in the water, Roose? You can tell by lookin’ from the dorsal to the tail. What we didn’t know, was that our bomb mission had been so secret, no distress signal had been sent. They didn’t even list us overdue for a week. Very first light, Roose, sharks come cruisin’, so we formed ourselves into tight groups. It was kinda like you see in the calendars, you know the infantry squares in the old calendars like the Battle of Waterloo and the idea was the shark come to the nearest man, that man he starts poundin’ and hollerin’ and sometimes that shark he go away… but sometimes he wouldn’t go away. Sometimes that shark, he looks right into ya. Right into your eyes. You know the thing about a shark? He’s got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like @Schlosser85 eyes. When he comes at ya, he doesn’t even seem to be livin’ until he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then… ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin’. The ocean turns red, and despite all the poundin’ and the hollerin’, they all come in and they rip you to pieces.

You know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men. I don’t know how many sharks, maybe a thousand. I don’t know how many men, they averaged six an hour. On Thursday mornin’, Roose, I bumped into a friend of mine, @Perfect Cell from Canada. Hockey player. Boson’s mate. I thought he was asleep. I reached over to wake him up. He bobbed up, down in the water, he was like a kinda top. Upended. Well, he’d been bitten in half below the waist.

At noon, the fifth day, a Mr. @KRYPTON INC. swung in low and he saw us. He was a young pilot, lot younger than Mr. @flickchick85 . Anyway he saw us and he come in low and three hours later a big fat PBY comes down and start to pick us up. You know that was the time I was most frightened. Waitin’ for my turn. I’ll never put on a lifejacket again. So, eleven hundred men went into the water. 316 men come out, the sharks took the rest, June the 29th, 1945. Anyway, we delivered the bomb.
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Something about this story rings false - between me and Krypton, I am not the old man.
 
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