[voice] 3rd grievance.

[unnoticeable]

[The SFC clicked on and for a few moments there was nothing said or seen. The only thing that could be heard was the occasional sizzle of what sounded peculiarly like a frying pan and a softly cursed 'mon dieu'.]

...bad time to ask, I know. But has anyone spoken with my idiotic brother lately? Or Mister England for that matter?

[He sounded a bit tired and worried, but gave away nothing more than that.

...yeah. He's also in your kitchen, Iceland.]

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action; totally. it'll be the best trip ever.

[vimyridge.livejournal.com]

I don't know how he manages that.

[He's just good at making things insane enough to be appealing. And, apparently, good at appealing to multiple things at once. Somehow. Thankfully Canada usually considered pancakes anytime food. ...and maybe poutine. And he didn't consider himself nearly as bad as his wayward brother.]

[ooc: ...ooooh. Awesome. /o/ I'm always up for it. Any time. Any where.]

action; definitely! \ o/

[islandnation.livejournal.com]

Me neither.

[There certainly was a trick to it that he knew and the rest of them didn't, because knowing what was in most McDonalds and other fast foods... how did that ever become so widespread?]

[ooc: Any time, any where, under any guise? Awesome >D]

action; everyone'll be so jealous.

[vimyridge.livejournal.com]

I think... that it's a good thing that we don't. Or anyone else for that matter.

[He was.. maybe a bit thankful nobody else seemed to really be able to figure out how Al did it. He feared the sort of things that would show up because of it. It'd be like an overstimulation of cheap, greasy fast food.]

[ooc: exactly. it'll be all 'wait. what just happened?!']