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7/9/2016 5:36:26 PM
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[spoiler]this is gonna get me banned but whatever. [/spoiler]
"Well, you see, you fücking dagger eared dickhole.."
[i]He said, pushing himself against the warehouse door and moving himself up to his feet after which he grins, a glint in his eyes. [/i]
"I can do more than you think.. Typical for an arrogant, snooty elf to underestimate others, ain't it? And do I have to remind you of the time that your kind got so selfish and addicted to pleasure and other shit that you LITERALLY FÜCKED A GOD TO LIFE?! And the best fücking part is that said god then proceeded to basically drive your kind into near extinction? Your own stupidity and selfishness almost got you extinct."
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"I've noticed that too.. Like something's wrong with the guy, don't you think? Maybe something with his sister, I dunno though."
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"[b][i]Perhaps since he uh..you know..got with her, he's been more overprotective or something.[/i][/b]" He yawned once more.
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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.
