Reguarding the twitter from yesterday *Point >*

Was one of the worst cases of the shakes-

The shakes
Uncontrollable torso shivers. Usually caused by some disturbing thought, visual, or sound. However, may occasionally be induced at random for what seems to be no reason whatsoever.
"Goddamn, I just got the shakes!"

-I ever had. Being afraid, too much caffine. and it was really fucking cold. plus I was trying to RP with Yuge and Darkan. trying to RP while shaking is fun. XD
but at least they went away as the disturbing thought and visual went away.

Just as well, I know the last thing people need is another refrence to Midgar Drama, but...between good friends can we just call FF7RP drama "A Cat Flushing the Toilet"?




Also, later today I need to talk to one of the Junon heads (They have too many Icewolfs! :O I keep getting confused. good thing I wrote it down XD) Aparrently the bar there in Junon, "The Echo Bar"'s management has vacated from what Seishin said when I was taking it over with brute force ICly. I flipped a dozen virtual coins and it came out that if I do take it over. it's going to be named "The Souma" :O unless The Jordie objects, (We still need to go shopping! :O) and I pretty much finished Ekiri's wiki, I just have to post it whenever the Wiki feels like being nice.

And I change my vote for who Ekiri and Yuge remind me of as a couple. since over the last few days they keep reminding me of Ben and Mo from Full Throttle.

Ben: What are you?
Maureen: I'm a mechanic. And apperently, a pretty good doctor as well. My name's Maureen.
Ben: My name's Ben. Why did you hit me over the head, Maureen?
Maureen: You were in an accident. A reporter found ya and brought you and your bike here.
Ben: My bike! What have you done to my bike?
Maureen: Brought it back from the dead? Sorta what I did with you. I need a little help getting it finished, though.
Ben: How's it look?
Maureen: Looks better then it did, but you gotta help me out. The front forks were wasted, so you'll have to get some new ones. And someone stole my welding torch, can you believe that? I can't finish without one. And last but not least, I patched up your ruptured gas tank, but your're out of fuel and I don't have any.
Ben: Where am I supposed to find all this stuff?
Maureen: You can handle it, tough guy.
Ben: Where am I gonna find new forks?
Maureen: Well, they don't have to be NEW new. Just not broken into little pieces.

Ben: Do you have a last name?
Maureen: I prefer not to use it. What about you?
Ben:Same deal.
Maureen: Then I guess it's Ben and Mo forever, I guess.


Ben: This an authorized Corley Motor service center?
Maureen: You can call this a Corley service center. But I don't have the official paperwork.
Ben: Ah, an illegitimate Corley operation.
Maureen: I prefer to think of it as a RENEGADE Corley operation.

Ben: Where'd you learn bikes?
Maureen: I grew up working on 'em with my dad. One summer we did nothing but restore this old hardtail together. I mean, we scrubbed every bolt until it shined. But he took off one day and never came back. So I switched to toasters.

Ben: You live in this town?
Maureen: Well, Melonweed's not much of a town. What's left of it is sinking about a foot a year. People either learn to adjust, or they leave, which is fine with me.
Ben: Not a people-person?
Maureen: I'm just better with toasters, that's all. Look, if you want me to finish this thing...
Ben: Say no more.

Maureen: Well that's it. Wait outside there for a minute while I finish her up. I'm working on a suprise.
Ben: [Walks outside and waits] I hate surprises.
Maureen: Alright! Here she comes! [pause] Am I cool or what?
Ben: Your amazing. I should crash that thing everyday! So, what's the surprise?
Maureen: Oh, just your average, everyday, pre-regulation, destroyer-class, solid-fuel recoil booster.
Ben: You're serious.
Maureen: Yes.
Ben: But only the Vultures...
Maureen: I have my connections. Now, are you gonna try this thing or not? [pause] I wish I had a camera.
Ben: I wish I had some way of paying you back.
Maureen: Just beat it, will ya? You're scaring away my regular customers.
Ben: Bye, Mo.
Maureen: Send me a postcard from the ambush!

Ben: Let me go or else...
Maureen: Or else WHAT?
Ben: I'll call you names!
Maureen: Ooooh! Like what?
Ben: Diapered Dynamo!
Maureen: How... Where'd you hear that name?
Ben: Your father. He told me just before he died.
Maureen: You blugeoned my father, and then talked about old times?
Ben: I didn't kill him! Ripburger did! A photographer took pictures, but her camera was stolen by the same thug that came after you.
Maureen: I... I still have that roll...
Ben: Well, develop it would ya? While I still fit in my clothes?
Maureen: Okay, you stay here

Maureen: Sorry.
Ben: Yeah, well. Don't sweat it.
Maureen: I'm going to get Ripburger, even if I die trying.
Ben: No, we have to expose Ripburger at the shareholders' meeting. That way, we take him down, we save my gang, AND your father gets his dying wish. You take over Corley Motors.
Maureen: Ripburger canceled the shareholders' meeting. He made a statement to the press that there would be no meeting until the murderers were brought to justice.
Ben: So, no shareholders' meeting until we're both dead?
Maureen: Hmmm... That can be arranged.

Ben: So, after we pick up your bike, we'll go get my gang out of jail.
Maureen: And then we'll find out why my gang never showed up to help us.
Ben: And then you go business suit shopping.
Maureen: Don't remind me.
Ben: Don't complain. You're going to be rich.
Maureen: At this point, I'd settle for just a little peace and quiet.

Ben: I thought you said this thing couldn't move.
Suzi: I said it couldn't fly, I never said it couldn't taxi.
Maureen: Well, flying would be nice, since we’re headed for the gorge.