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 Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 8:35 pm
::nods::
Thanks for your help, Mr. Hex.
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 8:41 pm
Nevuh thank a bounty hunter till they've brought yuh the body, Ma'am.
::walks off::
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 8:53 pm
Well, this is going to be interesting. I hope I did the right thing.
::walks out::
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 10:18 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 24, 2009 4:06 am
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Posted: Fri Apr 24, 2009 7:10 am
::walks in and goes to get a cup of coffee::
::yawns::
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Posted: Fri Apr 24, 2009 7:16 am
::A gun barrel presses against the back of her neck::
*click*
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Posted: Fri Apr 24, 2009 7:20 am
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Posted: Fri Apr 24, 2009 7:21 am
::shoves her to the floor::
THAT is yore reaction tuh a gun against the neck? If it wasn't me, you'd be dead right now, woman!
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Posted: Fri Apr 24, 2009 7:23 am
::glares at him from the floor::
You don't need to be so rough with me, you know.
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Posted: Fri Apr 24, 2009 7:26 am
Oh, Ah'm sorry, Ah thought you was wantin' trainin' tuh fight a murderess, not tuh take her to a tea party.
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Posted: Fri Apr 24, 2009 7:31 am
::gets up off the floor and brushes herself off::
hhmmph
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Posted: Fri Apr 24, 2009 7:35 am
Ah kin see Ah'll have tuh take another approach for this.
::exits the kitchen and heads upstairs::
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Posted: Fri Apr 24, 2009 7:37 am
That's just lovely. I paid 2,000 dollars for a cowboy from the past to berate me, throw me to the ground and leave. Great job as always, Snow.
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Posted: Fri Apr 24, 2009 7:40 am
::Walks back downstairs carrying a bottle::
Problem is, as Ah see it, Mrs. Whitewolf, is that yo're comfuhtable hyar. Yuh cain't quite wrap yore mind around it not bein' safe. That's why yuh walk in wi'f yore eyes half-closed, carry an unloaded gun in yore purse, an' keep yore back tuh all of the places someone could be hidin'.
: surprised pens the bottle::
Yuh gotta retrain yore mind.
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