To Roger-a man that had never seen anything but New York-3/4 of America deserved redneck jokes. California was for movie stars, Utah was for Mormons, and any street that wasn't paved or one-way was probably in the buttcrack of nowhere. However, that meant 3/4 of America could drink the same moonshine Roger had to spend a few years on the island building up a tolerance to like it was water. This pleased Roger.
"Even the kids?" Roger asked, managing to mostly mask his distaste for even the mention of the weapons. "That's damn governmental of you." He crossed his arms over his chest and gave a heartbreaker of a smile, awaiting the banter with pleased impatience.
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Date: 2010-12-09 05:42 pm (UTC)"Even the kids?" Roger asked, managing to mostly mask his distaste for even the mention of the weapons. "That's damn governmental of you." He crossed his arms over his chest and gave a heartbreaker of a smile, awaiting the banter with pleased impatience.