The fox changes his fur but not his habits.

A system has many parts that all interact extensively with one another. Often small systems can be part of larger systems. I am a systems engineer - it's my job to coordinate the efforts of other people to ensure the best possible end result. My name is Flynn, it's so nice to meet you.

[theirishbutcher]

WHAT UP MOTHER FLECKERS?! [PRIVATE]

[theirishbutcher]

Love it mate, fuckin’ love it. Wot would I do without you eh?

[flynnthefox-blog]

You'd be less happy, that's fer sure.

[theirishbutcher]

I don't enjoy spending tha' night in a jail cell.... [Private]

[theirishbutcher]

Good boy. Yer better love me. I’m yer damn BLOOD!

[flynnthefox-blog]

There ain't no rules about tha'.

[theirishbutcher]

I don't enjoy spending tha' night in a jail cell.... [Private]

[theirishbutcher]

I love you too boy. I love yer so damn much. Family first. Now an’ ferver yer?

[flynnthefox-blog]

Yeah, now and forever.

[theirishbutcher]

WHAT UP MOTHER FLECKERS?! [PRIVATE]

[theirishbutcher]

Good boy, good boy. Yeaaaah just Seamus an’ Flynny! paintin’ tha’ town red eh? Just like old times!

[flynnthefox-blog]

That's right, just like old times, bruv.

[flynnthefox-blog]

Murder Was the Case || Flynn & Seamus

Flynn smiled across the dark cedar wood table he had in his living room. The space was hardly used. Flynn was generally either working or at his brother's house, but — tonight — Seamus was over at Flynn's, fresh out of county lock up, and the man was looking for a good time. That's exactly what Flynn was willing to give his brother, too, a good time. Anything for Seamus. Anything.

"Cut yer bruv up some lines, eh?" Seamus said and Flynn happily obliged. He had the purest cocaine money could buy in Launceston. The surface of his table was smooth, glossy, you could see your reflection in it, that made it the perfect place for them to do their lines. Flynn chopped the blow with a credit card and handed a rolled up bill to his brother, five lines lay out on the table and Flynn had no doubt his brother would attempt to inhale them all. He smiled as he leaned back, glad his brother wasn't in jail, glad he didn't have to kill anyone to get Seamus out. He put his hands behind his head, fingers interlaced, his beer ignored on the table top, bleeding moisture.

"Yer want'a 'ave some fun tonight, bruv? I think we should go teach them Italians what's wot." He said simply, the thought of taking the life of another as simple and executable as doing the laundry. "They canny get away with 'urting th' baby." Flynn continued, though this was just a pretense. He knew Rory had probably done something to deserve his bloody pulp of a face but he didn't care. Any excuse to 'teach someone a lesson' was a good one. He simply liked to see people suffer. "What do you say? We find one of 'em and hurt 'em... send a message?"

[theirishbutcher]

WHAT UP MOTHER FLECKERS?! [PRIVATE]

[theirishbutcher]

Good boy Flynn! Yer a legend yer know that?! Cut yer bruv some lines up eh?

[flynnthefox-blog]

Yeah, of course. Let's 'ave some fun tonight, just you an' me.

[theirishbutcher]

I don't enjoy spending tha' night in a jail cell.... [Private]

[theirishbutcher]

Ain’t that’ tha damn truth eh?

[flynnthefox-blog]

Yeah, because I love you. A sight more than I love anyone else, that's for damn sure.

[theirishbutcher]

WHAT UP MOTHER FLECKERS?! [PRIVATE]

[theirishbutcher]

Yerr I agree with you. Let’s part an’ celebrate my gettin’ outta jail!

[flynnthefox-blog]

Aye! Let's. I got you what you asked for.

[theirishbutcher]

I don't enjoy spending tha' night in a jail cell.... [Private]

[theirishbutcher]

good boy Flynn. I know I can trust you.

[flynnthefox-blog]

You can trust me more than you can trust yourself.

[theirishbutcher]

WHAT UP MOTHER FLECKERS?! [PRIVATE]

[theirishbutcher]

Wotever mate, he just came through, I’m outta ‘ere….I’ll see yer in 20, I’m coin’ over….seems like we got some unfinished business with some Italian, eh?

[flynnthefox-blog]

Yeah, but we don't know who done it. We should party tonight, get ter business tomorrow, yeah?

[theirishbutcher]

I don't enjoy spending tha' night in a jail cell.... [Private]

[theirishbutcher]

Yer? Well find ‘em, slice ‘em an’ dice ‘em boy….ain’t NO ONE gets away with ‘urting one of our own.

[flynnthefox-blog]

Don't worry, you don't 'ave t a tell me wot ta do.

[theirishbutcher]

I don't enjoy spending tha' night in a jail cell.... [Private]

[theirishbutcher]

Good boy, don’t you worry I got this. An’ eh? Why not? Tha’ boy needs yer tell us….someone fucked ‘im up bad an’ I wanna know WHO!

[flynnthefox-blog]

I think it was one of them Italians... ya know? He doesn't want us to retaliate.

[theirishbutcher]

WHAT UP MOTHER FLECKERS?! [PRIVATE]

[theirishbutcher]

He’s a good man Flynn, I trust ‘im….wot makes yer think he’s a snake? Eh? yer know I respect yer opinion but I ain’t got many other options right now, ain’t like the lawyers in this city is queueing up ter bail Seamus O’Reilly outta jail is it?

[flynnthefox-blog]

Nah, I guess not, but even a public defender would 'ave 'ad ya out on bail by now, bruv. Think about it.

[theirishbutcher]

WHAT UP MOTHER FLECKERS?! [PRIVATE]

[theirishbutcher]

My fuckin’ lawyer STILL AIN’T TURNED UP?! Man, come an’ get me outta ‘ere Flynn this is bullshit…fuckin’ BULLSHIT!

[flynnthefox-blog]

I'm not feelin' it wit' this lawyer, mate. I think 'e is a snake, up ter no good. You need ta be careful with 'im, aye? I will do what I can to get ya out.

[theirishbutcher]

I don't enjoy spending tha' night in a jail cell.... [Private]

[theirishbutcher]

I know right? Yer find out who did it an’ yer pay ‘em a lil’ visit with a crow bar yer? You ‘eard me boy? An’ yer I did….cuz wot I do ter Jack is my business not yours. Just mind yer own business yer? I’ll make ‘im pay….

[flynnthefox-blog]

Alright, I'll mind me own business, but it don't look like Ror is gonna be tellin' us wot 'appened any time soon, bruv.

[michigan-sawyer-deactivated2012]

About time I was given something to do..

[michigan-sawyer-deactivated2012]

Ah, it doesn’t concern me. I’m not an idiot, I know how to make my own judgement and regardless, I’m just doing my job of getting your brother out of jail.  I’ll like anyone as long as I have a reason to. Oh, really? I may be wrong then - simply what I first gathered. He was the one who told me he was needing a lawyer.

[flynnthefox-blog]

I don't like the way this looks, Michigan... somethin' fishy is about an' I intend to get to th' bottom of it. Thanks for your information.

[e-than-carter-deactivated201208]

Morning.

[flynnthefox-blog]

Good mornin' ta you too.