originally posted in:The Friends List
*pats your back*
Son, I got more than one gun. I'm sure we could rob somewhere. I got the rest in the back of the van.
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*is hanging from a pole by ankles, hands tied, blindfolded and gagged* *muffled grumbling*
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*cuts down* *Removes gag* Dafuq happened here?
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*sits up* Apparently those guys from last night had a few friends and when they found that one we tied up he told them everything.
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Well, shit. We still need the plutonium. We'll deal with them later. *Cocks shotgun*