The Universal Remote Control
Nov. 2nd, 2006 07:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
call_me_snakeOOC: This is Post-Escape from LA Snake.
You really want to give me one of those? Give me one to control the world and see what happened. I'm not afraid to push that big fucking red button labeled “Doomsday”. There’d be a whole fucking lot more hell if I could control the universe. What would I do with it?
We talking grand things or just shit things? Right now, I’d like a fine ass bottle of bourbon and that dark haired cop from LA. Damn, already in trouble. I got vices and you better fucking believe I’d indulge them. This’d all be secondary bullshit though.
Truth is I’d go back to that son-of-a-bitch that decided we needed a war and wipe his fucking ass out. No war… Take that back. There’s got to be a war so I can meet that sweet little Russian girl. That bastard’s off the hook, looks like. Berrigan, now there’s a fucker that’d get a piece of my fucking mind. Thinking a glass case in my study with the fucker in it tortured by, who the fuck cares what. I’d have a fucking button to push and give him his own private hell for the one he fucking gave me. We aren’t even talking his superiors. Those bastards better be praying every day that goes by and I don’t got this fucking thing.
Starting to think this whole give Plissken the “Universal remote control” is a big fucking mistake. Hell yeah I’d love it but hard to tell what’d happen. Tell you the truth I don’t want to be in control. If I did, I’d a been like that bastard Cuervo Jones trying to take over the world or some bullshit. I don’t want that.
You know what I’d really do with that damned thing. Make every son-of-a-bitch in the world, except for that hot cop I mentioned, forget who the fuck I am. Do the whole ride off into the sunset never to be fucked with again scene and get it over with. You know killed the bad guy, got the girl and my time's done. Go off and get a big farmhouse, maybe have a few kids and just be left the fuck alone.
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You really want to give me one of those? Give me one to control the world and see what happened. I'm not afraid to push that big fucking red button labeled “Doomsday”. There’d be a whole fucking lot more hell if I could control the universe. What would I do with it?
We talking grand things or just shit things? Right now, I’d like a fine ass bottle of bourbon and that dark haired cop from LA. Damn, already in trouble. I got vices and you better fucking believe I’d indulge them. This’d all be secondary bullshit though.
Truth is I’d go back to that son-of-a-bitch that decided we needed a war and wipe his fucking ass out. No war… Take that back. There’s got to be a war so I can meet that sweet little Russian girl. That bastard’s off the hook, looks like. Berrigan, now there’s a fucker that’d get a piece of my fucking mind. Thinking a glass case in my study with the fucker in it tortured by, who the fuck cares what. I’d have a fucking button to push and give him his own private hell for the one he fucking gave me. We aren’t even talking his superiors. Those bastards better be praying every day that goes by and I don’t got this fucking thing.
Starting to think this whole give Plissken the “Universal remote control” is a big fucking mistake. Hell yeah I’d love it but hard to tell what’d happen. Tell you the truth I don’t want to be in control. If I did, I’d a been like that bastard Cuervo Jones trying to take over the world or some bullshit. I don’t want that.
You know what I’d really do with that damned thing. Make every son-of-a-bitch in the world, except for that hot cop I mentioned, forget who the fuck I am. Do the whole ride off into the sunset never to be fucked with again scene and get it over with. You know killed the bad guy, got the girl and my time's done. Go off and get a big farmhouse, maybe have a few kids and just be left the fuck alone.
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