Fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck.
Fuckity fuck fuck.
Get use to seeing Georgy-boy next to Markov, 'cause DOOM is out for a month.
I miss him already.
I miss his board-rocking, glass-shattering bodychecks.
I miss his big blue eyes and military-cut blond buzz cut.
I miss his smell, his musk.
(P.S. Mrs. Panger: I know you wanted kids and all, but I though you should know.)
