Rayln, you got that bib that reads "GF" around your neck. Take the muffins out your mouth and drop the toilet paper for a second and come tell the masses why you are suitable for your bib wearing ramk. Who holds you accountable for your piss poor decisions? What GF kills off their own for 25 million? Are you that desperate for cash? Does your family mean nothing to you again?

R2D2 listened to the short diatribe of Insane, she shrugs, his name definitely fit him, she thought, insane. She wondered whether she should comment being that it was her mother whom he was talking about in regards to the "assumption that she was killed for 25 million", but she decided that it just simply wasn't worth the effort or the thought to be completely honest here, she gave the man by the name of Insane one final glance filled with nothing short of pity before carrying on -a conversation with him simply wasn't worth the effort.  

Do you listen to yourself when you speak R2D2? ^

R2D2 hears the man speak her name, she looks over to him in question, and listens. She arches an eyebrow.

Insane, I want aware that I had spoken.

R2D2 smiles in a friendly manner, her eyes filled with enough heat to cut glass - betraying her friendly like smile, and attitude. 

Also, my apologies for earlier in my mispronunciation of wasn't, it's the Southerner in me. R2D2 laughs.

What?

Enough of your jaws yapping. We know your mothers mouth was working and it got her no where.

R2D2 laughed in Insane's face. It was quite a pity. He reminded her of a cornered animal. She looked at him for a brief moment, really looked at him. Such potential...

I am not sure what you're talking about here. Are you talking about me being overtly social or we talking about a lewd sex act, because if you are talking about the latter and not the former, I assure you, and would love to disabuse you the notion.

Too simply say, I don't swing that way.