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Someone within this city is going to buy me a drink. Immediately. I prefer scotch, but really, anything will do. I also require a sledgehammer. Crowbars are also acceptable.

Your generosity will be repaid tenfold in both money, good will, and the feathers that I will be tearing out of my favorite down pillow. If you so choose to remain so, anonymous donations can be dropped off at my mailbox at the post office.

Remember: generosity is a virtue, not a sin.

x Crowley.

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Yes. It would.

[Huffily, as he shoves his hands into his coat.]

It's a fucking chicken.

[Srsly. >:(]

[You're such a dick stop being mean to the bb chicken.]

Fine.

[And he gives Crowley a look.]

I will be out tonight and will return tomorrow.

[He's gonna hang out somewhere; maybe at his brother's bar. Mostly because there's still parts of Castiel's revenge for Crowley to notice, like the cards he's just returned.]

Edited 2012-04-12 05:50 (UTC)

[Because it's a fucking chicken, who cares, ok.

But Crowley lets it go, only rolling his eyes, and he waves a hand dismissively.]

Fine, whatever.

Go away, I don't want to see your face anyway.

Nor I yours.

[Mostly because one Crowley figures out the next layer of revenge, Castiel wants to be far away. So he's gone in a flutter of wings a moment later.]

What in the fuck did you do to my bank accounts?

[Have text this time mostly so as to not give away his location immediately.]

You seem to be having a multitude of issues today.

The clothing, hilarious, really, truly. The liquor, aggravating, I could kill you for that. The Devil's Traps, you had best hope Jimmy Novak is officially dead, otherwise he will feel the snapping of your fingers when I eventually get around to it. But this will invoke every inch of rage I continually suppress at your continued existence.

If you froze my bank accounts and cancelled my credit cards, I am going to ship you to Guatamala, where you will know no other life than making sweaters for Kathy Gifford's corporate empire and giving fifty year old white men oral sex because their wives won't do it for them. You will be their bitch for the rest of eternity and no amount of crying to Daddy is going to save you from the screaming cries of pleasure of Dick Cheney.

Do you understand me? I am going to end you.

[Well, this has definitely gone better than he'd been expecting to pull this off.]

I couldn't reach Guatemala if I desired to go there. We cannot leave this island in Canada.

[In other words, NOT SCARED OF YOU.]

However, I advise you to remember this next time you attempt to entertain yourself at my expense.

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[No, that is the only thing he can manage.]

Speaking in tongues will be of no use to you in reactivating your credit cards.

WHAT PART OF THAT SCREAMS 'TONGUES' TO YOU?

THAT WAS GIBBERISH, IDIOT.

[Pause.]

Then it will be even less effective.

I am going to punch you in the face the next time I see you.

You are sleeping outside with your fucking chicken for the rest of eternity.

Of course.

I will likely return tomorrow.

I hate you.

See you tomorrow.

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