Email to Amanda

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To: [Beer]
From: [Cookies]
Subj: Today's date

Hey, you. I don't think you realize that it's damn near impossible to take you out for your birthday when you've gone and put an ocean between us. I don't know if you can hear it over the roar of the North Sea, but I'm pouting over here.

When you get back, you and I are long-overdue for a trip 'round to the pub, young lady. And there should probably be some manner of baked goods involved as well. Which is to say, don't dawdle over there--you are missed.

Happy Birthday, Amanda.



Jake

ps Give Moira a squeeze for me, k?

Comments

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To: [slanderer]
From: [perfectly innocent]

Who is this Machine Wot Goes Ping! fellow, and how could you fall for its wiley charms over my stunning brilliance and dashing handsomeness? The nerve!

...At least we've confirmed that you do, in fact, have a brain?

(Ow! Okay, Wanda wants me to let you know that she's reading over my shoulder and she just smacked me for that. And now she's looking all innocent. Harumph.)

Pub crawl it is. And I'm not old...I'm distinguished. Or something. I'm told there's a difference. Either way, we owe it to each other to mark our inevitable march towards death by drowning our sorrows together. Rest up--I'm pretty sure this one will be, as they say, Most Epic.

One week and then I send out the hounds.



Jake

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To: [slipped halo]
From: [not fooled]

*laughs* So, you and Angelo are going to come beat up my new flame, are you? Poor Ping, after all we've been through together!

And yes, I do have a brain. It's very pretty looking under an MRI.

Get the globe off Doug before he finds out about pub crawling - last time I suggested the Global Pub Tour, he whimpered and hid under his desk. ;) No stamina, that boy.

Miss me that much, do you? Aw, I feel all loved now.

A.

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To: [not-so-innocent yourself]
From: [who, me?]

Absolutely. Someone's got to keep us out of trouble without you around. Beating up on defenseless machines seems like the logical conclusion to me. That, or basketball.

...Ooh, basketball.

So there's proof, eh? I'd like to see this supposed "brain" of yours. Which parts are the magicky bits?

Clearly, we'll have to train that boy better. How's he supposed to be an International Doug of Mystery if he can't keep up with us lushes?

And while I miss you terribly, I should also refer you to the above statement about keeping me and Angelo out of trouble. (;



Jake