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 Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 1:37 am
-laughs and throws a pillow on his back-
;>.>
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 1:38 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 1:39 am
He rolled over and smiled a weak smile "Hey..whats up?"
(No, lenalee, it's a different couch.) domokun
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 1:45 am
-stares at domo and tosses what looks like a pouch to him-
Open it^^.
-inside was small packs of pocky shuriken-
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 1:46 am
Oh good, I think that couch needs to burn
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 1:47 am
He eagerly opened the pack and started tossing them in the air and catching them in his mouth
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 1:49 am
Hey watch it domo, you might hurt yourself.
^^;
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 1:50 am
LenaleeKicks Oh good, I think that couch needs to burn Agreed.
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 1:51 am
He caught the last shuriken in his mouth, stood up, and walked over to the demon couch. "You..Your time has come, couch!" he said, pulling out a gas can and a barrel of napalm
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 1:52 am
Domo why do have that on hand?
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 1:55 am
He looked over at lenalee. "Because..You have to be prepared for any occurance." he said as he watched the couch ingest his barrel of napalm after he doused it in gasoline. "Get ready girls. It's gonna get hot in here!" he said as he laughed and pulled out a flamethrower
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 1:58 am
O__O
-hides in the hallway behind the door-
Let Her Rip!~
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 1:59 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 2:03 am
He lit the flame on the flamethrower and stood there for a split second. "Say 'ello to my little friend." he said before pulling the trigger and shooting a stream of flaming gel at the couch. The reaction was almost instantaneous, but it happened in slow motion. He saw the fire crawl down the streams of gas that had now soaked into the couch, down into where the barrel of napalm was. As soon as the flame touched the barrel, the couch exploded into millions of flaming bits that were now raining down from the ceiling. The strange thing was, that not a single part of the room was charred or bothered, other than the couch.
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 2:07 am
-peeks in from the doorway and whispers to Lenalee-
I think he just likes burning stuff...
Don't you think so?
<.<;
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