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7/10/2016 7:52:13 PM
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"Bro, go to sleep, man.."
[i]He said, yawning too because yawning is contagious. [/i]
"I'll just drag this alcohol inside and stuff it in my cockpit.."
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Ciarn was asleep, slightly snoring cause his life wasn't already shitty enough. Seriously, snoring sucks.
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That it does. [i]Lucas places the empty bottles in the box before closing said box. He then pushes the box inside before returning to Ciarn, and dragging him inside and placing him down on a couch or something - which was very hard because broken arm and leg. [/i]
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Ciarn groaned a bit as he was dragged onto a couch or some shit. Still being a snoring lil fuk. For some reason in his sleep mode he had a death grip on his wine. bitch ain't gonna take his wine.
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[i]After Ciarn with his wine was stationed on the couch, Lucas limped to his mech and talked with it for a bit, eventually the cockpit of said mech opens, and Lucas starts stuffing the bottles into the cockpit. Then, the cockpit closes, sealing the booze inside. Bitches ain't gonna find his stash. [/i]
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end. also how tf did u get pm bant
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Some sad kiddo who reported my porn. Knew he'd report me tho but whatever, I'm the alt master.
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Edited by Thot Slayer Emps: 7/10/2016 9:14:59 PMI need some 'Research'
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Aight.
