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12/4/2015 12:18:15 AM
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"Ok one, alcoholic is a compliment. And two, nice trench coat."
English
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*one of the men pulls a pistol and shoots the man in the head spilling blood on his coat* Now my coat's gonna stain
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"That's a shame."
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Well I suppose I'll leave him to your fate...make it entertaining and I'll give you the most expensive thing I have in my pockets *the man has his knees broken then slid across the room*
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Qrow simply walks over and snaps the mans neck. "Not cool man."
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Oh really? And why is that? *kicks a table over grabbing a guitar case*
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"Look can you just, stop trashing the place? This is supposed to be my inner sanctum. I don't need serial killers ruining my peace." He downs another whiskey.
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Inner sanctum is the last thing you should call this hell hole. Seems like you can't handle your alcohol
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"I'm ffffffffine." He burps.
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Were I come from these things don't like to stay dead for very long so if they start moving destroy their body or run like hell *walks out tossing a grenade like object next to the corpses*
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"Mmkay."
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Edited by Forlorn Crow: 12/4/2015 1:01:51 AM*the grenade sprays the bodies with a fluid that makes them start steaming and violently convulsing* Carpe noctem
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"Mmmmmkay."
