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Originally posted by Pretty Little Flower
Yes, tell life that Ironweak says "hello." That poor miserable bastard has been chained to his desk for years, toiling away in the billable hour mines, slaving for the man, and engaging in various other overwork cliches. His eyes are bloodshot and bulging from staring at the computer screen 18-20 hours a day, and his skin has taken on a sickly greenish pallor that comes from too much flourescent light. His neck has a permanent crick from cradling the phone between his ear and shoulder on endless conference calls with dozens of spiritless, robotic lawyers who prattle on as if their sole derivation of worth comes from sharing with the group their banal and uninspired observations. Yes, heavy is the life of Ironweak, and broken is his psyche. It is a miracle that any humor at all, even his black, twisted, and world-weary brand, manages to exist in the darkness that is his soul.

What is it with you two anyway? You're starting to sound like Fringey and Hank. (sorry Fringey)
Y'all have a spat or something?