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TO READ EMO'S COMICS, CLICK THE FOLLOWING LINKS. It's a 12 issue series and it's super fun, so I really encourage you to read it.

Part 1
Part 2

( ALL ABOUT EMO for those who don't want to read a 12 issue series. )

This is belated but I gotta post it so everybody knows:

Jim Kirk: an annoyingly flimsy RC model of the Enterprise and a burned copy of both of Lady Gaga's CDs. If you can't play it, sucks to be you.

Claire: a $10 Starbucks giftcard (you know, because everyone's gotta get one and they... should work between worlds, why not).

Sylar:: ...What did I say he was getting him? OH YEAH A DR. PHIL BOOK. :) And something forreals since he's not a complete dick, like... RUTHI HELP ME OUT.

Veronica: A stuffed unicorn. :( look he's running on a budget, the real one's gonna have to wait until next payday.


If I missed anyone, let me know, but these are the only three I can remember with me being like... asleep.

MOTHERFUCKIN SANTA CLAUS

PICKED MY FUCKIN WALLET

AT THE GODDAMN MALL

AND I COULDN'T EVEN FUCKIN BEAT HIS ASS FOR IT COS THE KIDS WOULD HAVE BEEN FUCKIN UPSET GDI FML


FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUCK

YO, I need a list of bros and hos I'm buyin' xmas gifts for. Or Hanukkah or whatever. No Kwanzaa bullshit though. So yeah, comment here an' we'll see what I can do.

[After the initial panic of a new zombie infestation had worn off of the quiet town of Tranquility, the entire pandemic turned out to be more of a stress reliever than anything. These zombies weren't controlled by Satan and they were dumb as shit, so even though the occasional chase was pretty freaky, most everyone in the town was tolerating it and (in some cases) even enjoying it.

Emo was enjoying it. He's sitting on his roof with a couple of 40's and a big to-go box from the Chik'n'go that Pink Bunny had dropped off, taking potshots at the mass of undead and texting Deputy Duray with bodycounts. Fucker was getting ahead of him.]

Okay, bros? You two need some serious couples counselling. 'Cos while it's ttly funny seein' you two rag on each other, y'all keep makin' seriously low blows. Would y'all cut it out or at least not make it public to everybody? 'Cos it's really puttin' a huge dent in our cred and we need that shit.

[Voice post - it sounds like Emo's on the phone with someone, but only his side of the conversation is audible. It sounds like he's rolling back and forth on a computer chair, idly.]

...I mean don't get me wrong, sheriff. It's not like I'm not grateful or nothin'. Shit, far from it. Tranquility or prison isn't exactly a hard choice, LOL.

[A pause.]

I dunno, I'm just - I didn't realize that when y'all said nowhere else, you meant it. You never realize how small this town is until it's goddamned right in your face. [Sheepish pause.] Yeah, I'm sorry. Yo, put a coin in the jar for me and I'll pay you back, if it'll make you feel better.

[He stops rolling, suddenly.] Yeah, I know. Gramps was a real ff- uh, a real jerk. ...No, I dunno why I'm humorin' your stupid swearing problem. ...WTF, you think I just listen to you 'cos you're a sister? Hell nah, sheriff. I'm just feelin' kinda woobie tonight, y'know?

...Yeah, I know I ain't supposed to be drinkin' and I haven't been. Can't a guy talk to a pretty girl once in a while? Woman, right, right. Man, stop makin' me feel young, sheriff, I fuckin' hate that.

[A long pause, with the sound of a muffled lecture from the other end of the phone. Emo's suspiciously silent - he even puts the thing on speakerphone so he can use both hands to type, which you can hear now. There's a woman lecturing him about cursing to a police officer - and in general - on the other end.]

"And you know, you coulda taken some kinda leaf from your Grampa's book. Emo, he was the Typist, and here you are talking like some gangbanger who wouldn't know good language if it came up and bit you!"

[More silence, then-] Shut the fuck up, sheriff, and don't you talk about my grandfather to me.

[There's the sound of the "END" button on his cell getting pressed and then he's back in silence. After a minute, there's a grunt and the sound of plastic dropping onto his desk - sounds like he's taken off his mask.]

Good God, does it hurt. Never shoulda talked back to her. Should've taken prison, at least I didn't get the illusion that I could leave there. Goddamn it, shouldn't even'a called her. The Hell am I doin'?

[The feed ends.]