{{
`${userDetail.user.displayName}${userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode ? `#${standardizeBungieGlobalCode(userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode)}` : ""}`}}
{{getUserClans()}}
10/8/2015 3:48:55 AM
1
"Sounds like a drug trip."
He finishes his last burger and grabs his beer.
English
-
[i]He laughs again, smiling now.[/i] Unless those Necrons had some drugs goin in the air, I don't think so. Whether it was or not, I lost it. And I got this custom badass piece of machinery... was awake for a whole week straight modifying this thing...
-
He sips at his beer. "Phantom teach you that?"
-
[i]He shakes his head[/i] The All-Weeker? Or the arm? Well, neither. I taught myself. Perfection takes dedication. [i]He grabs a beer too, sipping it sparingly.[/i]
-
"All weeker? Better be careful, you'll go blind." He laughs as he sips at his beer.
-
[i]He looks at you, smiling.[/i] Dragons don't need sleep as much... we just sleep more, and stay awake longer. It's in the blood. [i]He sips the beer, coughing.[/i]
-
Python finishes the beer and throws it into a trash bin ten feet away. "Threes for days." He grins.
-
[i]Alon attempts the same, hitting the same shot, grinning.[/i] You're not the only one who can ball, my friend... [i]He laughs, getting up.[/i] Now... where can I get some ice cream?
-
"There might be some here."
-
[i]Alon looks around, searching relentlessly for any sort of frozen dairy goodness aboard this ship[/i] C'moooooooooooooooooooooooooon where is iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit?!
