[He lets his hand fall back to the covers--his instinct was to try to catch her NV when she fumbled it, but she's got it--reads her question, and then gives her the face in the icon.]
God.
[He musters up the energy to pick up Dr. Doof and bury his face in the pelican's side. Not hard enough to really muffle his voice, though. He just drops his arms and lets Doof balance there while he talks.]
I actually can't wait for the Saturday morning Power Ranger bullshit. Lose fewer brain cells that way.
[Doof falls off and Davesprite looks back at Nill. B|. Just B|.]
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God.
[He musters up the energy to pick up Dr. Doof and bury his face in the pelican's side. Not hard enough to really muffle his voice, though. He just drops his arms and lets Doof balance there while he talks.]
I actually can't wait for the Saturday morning Power Ranger bullshit. Lose fewer brain cells that way.
[Doof falls off and Davesprite looks back at Nill. B|. Just B|.]