Levi who is called Biff

[Biff is sitting in the greenhouse. He's a bit red about the eyes, like he may have been crying a little. But that's just silly. It's Biff, after all.

In any case, he's smiling right now.]

I've spent a lot of time here trying to explain to others why I love like I do. Not sex. I don't mean sex, though I enjoy that, too. Sex is wonderful. And pizza. Bacon. Coffee. Those are little things that make life worth living. I'm talking about love, though: for friends, for family, for lovers. You know. The brotherly kind of love. Loving is easy. The Beatles really know what they're talking about. It's all you need.

[For a moment, he looks like he might sing, then grins. 'Gotcha.' Not going to subject Rassilon to that again.]

People here are so unwilling to trust, to give their hearts, when really, it's so simple.

[Biff gives a self-deprecating sigh and bows his head slightly. With a funny sort of smile, he goes on:]

I've never been very good at writing speeches. It took all fourteen of us to write the Beatitudes, and my biggest contribution was to stop Joshua from adding "Blessed are the dumbfucks, for they shall never be disappointed." Knowing what I know now, we should have left that part in. It could have gone viral. T-shirts. Bumper stickers. A whole ad campaign directed towards the dumbfuck demographic.

[Jazz hands.]

[With a soft laugh, he nods to himself, then goes on in the same calm tone:]

So I'll just say this:

My best friend died out of love of all mankind. You should all live for it.

Live for love.

[He pauses to let that sink in, then continues in a lighter, happier tone:]

I don't think I'll say anything else, because I wouldn't want to sound like a fuckstick as I make my grand exit.

Just this: To those I have known, I will miss you. To those I haven't, I will regret not knowing you.

[He furrows his brow thoughtfully, then mutters to himself in amusement:]

...If my life were a movie, there would be a montage right now. Journey's Don't Stop Believing would play over it. I'm a Journey kind of guy.

[With that, he smiles broadly and cuts the feed.]

( Warden Filter, Friends Filter and private notes to Molly and Persephone )


[OOC: Per this thread, Biff's done his job and is going home. :) ]

[The camera turns on to show a pair of legs from the knees down. Biff apparently kicked it in his sleep; he's face-down on the floor. He makes a grunting noise, then a hacking sound, then a groan. He mutters something in Aramaic which would equate to "I feel like something died while breaking wind in my mouth."

The camera now gets a shot of him from the chest down as he rolls over and sits up. He rubs his legs, scratches his side, then makes a sound best described as "nnngh". Anyone paying attention will note that his fingernails have been painted red.

He reaches behind the camera, then freezes, apparently noting that the camera's turned on. He picks it up, causing the view to tilt crazily, then turns it toward himself.

His hair is bright pink, and he has one eye painted with enough eyeliner and eyeshadow to fuel a small brothel for a month. His eyes are bloodshot. He's obviously hungover.

He tilts the viewfinder toward himself and his eyes widen as he gets a look at his recorded reflection. He chuckles.]

It was worth it.

[As he turns the camera to shut it off, there's a brief flash of a second person in the room with him.]