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[ninjamanager]

[the feed turns on to show Charles standing in a HUGE room somewhere in Mordhaus, stone walls and flying buttresses vaulting up into forever. various crates are stacked around, some ceiling-high, and he's standing next to a massive, burly man dressed like an executioner in a cut-off t-shirt with a clipboard]

... I see. And you found them behind the cases of pickups from EMG? ... Well, they never did sell. My fault, really. The boys hit the big time right near the end of the craze, and it ... died faster than it was projected to.

[he sighs.]

Fantastic. What the hell am I supposed to do with five hundred crates of assorted Dethklok POGs?

Comments

[kittyhell]

So you work with Mr. Explosion then, I take it?

[ninjamanager]

I do, yes. I'm his manager. We, ah - we go way back. You've met him over the community, then?

[kittyhell]

Heh, he propositioned me, but it didn't go anywhere.

[ninjamanager]

Really. ... Honestly, I'm surprised. Usually where Nathan's concerned, that sort of thing goes everywhere.

[ahem] Groupies. Famous musician. You know.

[kittyhell]

You'd be amazed, my standards tend to be remarkably high. Though Dethklok doesn't exist on my world so it probably helps with the whole star-struck, groupie, fanatic, fan girly thing.

That's not me anyway.

[ninjamanager]

Doesn't seem like it would be, no. ... It's a good thing you didn't, anyway. Nathan tends to forget about the paternity waiver.

[kittyhell]

Paternity waiver?