Vexus growls softly, “I need to know of a good camera that has very high light sensitivity for taking fast snapshots, or multiple snapshots in a row, digital, know of anything?”</code>
<em>And before I even have a chance to parse this sentence…</em>
<code>Skylos softly barks, “My canon 20D is excellent at that, Vexus, with my 50mm F/1.4 lense.”
Vexus growls softly, “Let me guess it costs $400 too”</code>
<em>Okay, whatever. I’ll try to be nice and go along with the conversation</em>
<code>You yerf, “I’m afraid you get what you pay for, Vex.”
Skylos naws, “the lense costs $300.
Skylos softly barks, “the camera body is more like $1000, last I remember.”
<p>Never mind that Vexus asked me, no matter how annoying that gets, sometimes; never mind that I try to keep in mind that other people are actually completely separate entities that I should be nice to most of the time; never mind that SKYLOS IS FUCKING JOBLESS… Guh, I can’t even begin to articulate just <em>how</em> Skylos bugs the shit out of me. I’ve been telling people that he’s ‘everything I hate about myself, and proud of it,’ which is true: he’s a jack of all trades and tries to impose that on others, he forgets that other people exist in the world, and he’s outwardly proud of accomplishments that only mean so much. This isn’t the whole of it, though, and I’m not sure I really know just yet what is. Needless to say, I’m washing my hands of the Nurple for a while, if I can’t get along with some of the people there, no matter how many others I’m fine with. I can page them</p>