053. Trampled Under Foot (backdated to 5/Feb)

[samson]

[Brock's voice comes over the journal abruptly. He is pissed off! It's a little scary.]

Hey! Whatever jackass took all my freaking records from my cabin, I hope you take good care of your teeth. 'cause I am gonna feed them to you.

[Spike]
Somebody broke in and took your car. Did you piss anybody off I should know about?

Comments

[mal_addict]

Sure, why not?

[samson]

'cause that's dumb. Who's addicted to stealing?

[mal_addict]

I'm sure there are some thieves who are.

[samson]

... you don't know of any in particular, do you? Like, names?

[mal_addict]

Oh, I don't know any personally.

...Though I did know a girl who was addicted to setting things on fire.

[samson]

That's a different thing.

[mal_addict]

Is it? Addiction is the same, you just apply it to different things.

[samson]

I never been addicted to anything, so. Maybe I don't know.

[Except cigarettes.

And murder.

And sex.

Etc.]

[mal_addict]

[This tone? Is the tone of someone who doesn't believe you]

Uh huh. Not once?

[samson]

[Shhhhushshshhhh ignore the fact that he chainsmokes constantly]

Nope.

[mal_addict]

Are you certain?

[samson]

Pretty much...

[mal_addict]

If you say so. [She says in a tone that suggests he may regret those words one day]

[samson]

[BRING IT, MALADICT.]

What are you implying?

[mal_addict]

Implying? Little old me? As if I'd imply anything.

[samson]

Okay. What are you saying?

[mal_addict]

I'm saying you have a few little addictions of your own, Brock.

[samson]

I can quit whenever I want.

[mal_addict]

Then quit. [Challenge? MAYBE]

[samson]

[RUDE.]

Well, I don't want to, so ...

[mal_addict]

Oh, how convenient for you.

[samson]

Funny how that works out.

[mal_addict]

Isn't it just? Lucky, lucky Brock.