Issue #70

[mistconduct]

Fuck me, we're four days into March and the port messed up my goddamn March Madness spread!

Fuck it, fine. Obviously since I can't watch college basketball on the Barge, we make our own entertainment here.

Bets are currently open to be placed on all inmates. It's $5 to play, 5 spots for $20. First inmate you picked to graduate gets paid out.

All unpaired inmates are wild cards - if you bet on them and they're first to graduate, you win a date with Loki in addition to the whole kit and caboodle.

Here's some sample odds I've got running;

Mickey - 2:1
The Emperor - 2:1
Abigail - 3:1
Cass - 3:1
Mira - 5:1
Tig - 10:1
Jax - 10:1
Touko - 20:1
Sylvanas - 25:1
Jerry - 25:1
Dean - 40:1
Arthas - 50:1

...Hey, does anyone else feel like utter crap?

Comments

[mistconduct]

You're a muppet, Iris?

[routemistress]

Can be if I want to be, can't I?

Muppet.

[mistconduct]

...We're talking about the Jim Hensen stuff still, right?

[routemistress]

It's an exprssion. We're talking about 'ow I'm your auntie and I get to call you what I like.

[mistconduct]

Fine. Fine. Call me a muppet. I've been called worse things.



'Muppetfucker'? Nah.

[routemistress]

Now that definitely 'as a ring to it.

[You know she's going to use Muppetfucker forever don't you.]

[mistconduct]

No, Iris. No. I was wondering aloud to myself!

[routemistress]

Begs the question of whether you see yourself as more a Bert or Ernie type, eh?

[mistconduct]

I'm not a fucking muppet.

[routemistress]

...I dont know why I'm even asking, you're so obviously Ernie.

Maybe Elmo.

[mistconduct]

IRIS GOD. NO. I'm not that fucking red twat!

[bodilesswarrior]

Nah, he's Gonzo.

...Which I guess makes Cassel Camilla.