*A strange gurgling sound comes from outside*
*door opens*
*headless Desticle body flies through door*
*walks in sheathing big-ass sword*
I caught this fella sneaking outside. Scotch please?
English
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*sits at bar next to Shipmaster holding Les Paul I see [b]the hunt [/b]has been profitable for you.
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TO THE FURNACE! *drags body away*
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*watches Fletch drag body off Yep, just a normal day here. *sips glass of Scotch
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So Fletch, did you manage to get[b] all [/b]the bodies out of the bar this time? We had that angry New Yorker come in here and "shut us down". You ripped his jaw off right?
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.......you don't say much do you?
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*goes and sleeps in the corner*
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*leans against bar and sleeps