"Out of Range" = Hal, ain't gonna lie.

Ellen and I are going through our old chat logs and found pieces of our conversation musing about why we associate Ani DiFranco music with Hal all the time.

Lucy: And I worry that I apparently mentally consider Hal an angry feminist woman. :|
Ellen: :dies: I...I have no words
Lucy: :shame:
Ellen: pffahahahhaha.
Lucy: WELL HE IS SUCH A FUCKING HOUSEWIFE IN MGS4, OKAY?
Ellen: XD I STILL--AHHAAHA-- I STILL. OH GOD. HOW DO YOU RESPOND TO THAT?
Lucy: I DUNNO.
NOT BY LISTENING TO THE ALBUM, I CAN TELL YOU THAT.
Ellen: I TRY TO VISUALIZE THIS ANGRY FEMINIST HAL BURNING BRAS AND YELLING AT SNAKE FOR NOT BEING SENSITIVE ENOUGH
Lucy: OH MY GOD SHUT THE FUCK UP :DIES LAUGHING:
Ellen: THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT.
Lucy: "Where did you get those?" "N-naomi left them." "OH HERE WE GO WITH YOUR DEAD GIRLFRIEND." "Oh let it go." "I'm not the one who cheated." "Oh fuck you, you can sleep on the sofa."
Ellen: DFKLJSDFLKJ XD "We don't have a sofa in this safe house, it's too small to fit. :| "
:mumbles: "If someone could refrain from overtly carrying guns to meetings with respectable house owners, we might not keep ending up in closets."
Lucy: "We were once international terrorists, dear." "Don't you 'dear' me, asshole."
(lol, crabby old married men!Snake and Otacon makes me glee.)
Ellen: (XD :briefly ponders the verb "to glee": God but they are so cute.)

It's probably not a good thing that I do most of my fic plotting in the same room as Ellen...

Oh, and now she says I have to work this into the genderfucked!Hal fic I might write. Goddamnit.

-Lucy