Created Friday 08 June 2012
Sher. Keep him. Kill him early. Just to watch him die. In Vegas.
An odd but effective choice, he's crass, vulgar, straight-talking, and as brilliant as Mycroft.
- Nah. Smacks too much of Trump now. Well, except for the brilliant part, of course.
Things the Diplomat Says
> I might be going out on a limb here, but as a diplomat, aren't you supposed to be--I don't know--diplomatic?
>> Hm, maybe you're right. After all, the things you say are idiotic.
[woman] > Stop staring at me! You're creeping me out.
> I'm looking at you because you're attractive, not because care what you think.
>> God, you're an asshole!
> I guess brains really don't come with that body, do they? I already told you I don't care what you think and yet you persist in trying to tell me.
>> Oh my god! Are you serious? Are you really such an asshole?
> You know your chest heaves more when you're madder.
> yuck! How dare you! You are such a slime ball! Don't you have any pride? How can you live with yourself? You're so pathetic!
>> The funny thing is that I can stand here saying what I want, and you can stand there getting madder and madder, and all it does is give me more time to ogle you.
[No longer in the Rubber Room when changed to Susan]
Or as Susan. Gruff and salty, but undeniably talented. Passed over, chewed up. run over, left for For, but better than most.
So yeah, put in a role she's role well suited for. But that no one else is either.
Diplomat to the Buzzkills. With whom we can't even talk. Not at anythiung but interplanetary distances.