I am really really close to punching a little kid dead on in the face.
EDIT/UPDATE: He finally left! Praise the sun! Wait......I only got paid 5 -blam!-ing dollars?!
GODDAMNIT!!
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*pulls out the hammer of crushing* nuh uh uhh bio. Be nice.
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Once he stops crying I will.
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Want me to crush him? *grin stretches ear to ear*
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*frowns* but I love my hammer anyway *gently rubs giant hammer, stares at bio angrily* pun unintended
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(•-• ) Oh Keelah. *parkours out of room*
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*throws chain with extreme accuracy before bio actually leaves the room and pulls him back* get over here! You aren't leaving again!
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*jumps on wall like Spidey* Hey! You don't want to hurt your Friendly Neighborhood Quarian Cat!
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*hammer slams on ground splitting the bar in half with bio on the same side with me. Chains tighten around his stomach* Stay with me *eyes return to pure blackness*
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Hey! No one likes to play rough! [b]Vani![/b] *teleports out of chain*
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He left... Again.... Next time I will.. Not... Hesitate... I.. Will crush... After, I get donuts.
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Oh oh oh tell me!?
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It's 3 mother-blam!-ing AM, this Kid's mom goes to party and drops him off here to get babysat. I'm trying to sleep but he keeps crying and it's really really really annoying!
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You poor bastard.
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I'm not one to normally get annoyed very fast, but this kids pushing buttons.
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Good luck Bio.
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Only a few more minutes until this little turd's mom comes to pick him up. God I hate babysitting.
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I feel ya.
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Don't we all.
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True that.