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 Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 10:20 am
So..
He's like the "runt" of the Nexus pack, according to you guys?
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 10:21 am
I'd say he's more like the Clumsy Smurf. Well meaning, but incompetent.
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 10:22 am
::Snow nods::
That seems a bit more accurate
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 11:00 am
:Scarfs down some chestnuts sitting in a bowl on the counter:
ninja
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 11:08 am
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 11:11 am
::comes dragging into the Bistro::
Oh.... god.. this.. suckkkkksssss
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 9:03 pm
::skips inside, still playing::
::heads up the stairs to the second level::
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 9:06 pm
*walks in*
Is West involved in this too? stare
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 9:07 pm
*She clears her throat as she tries to keep her laughter in.*
There were only the three of us involved, my good man.
*Gestures towards Piper's disappearing back.* Shall we?
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 9:08 pm
::skips up the stairs to the rooms up above the bar, and stops at the second one::
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 9:09 pm
Pretend I'm not in the armor and glaring at you.
*follows Hartley*
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 9:09 pm
*Wanders in last, finishing his sandwich. Realizes he has no idea where the penguin is stored and listens for Piper's playing. Heads up the stairs.*
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 9:11 pm
Yes, because it is the ever most frightening thing I have ever seen in my existence.
*Follows behind.*
*Grins at Mitchell when she sees him.*
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 9:12 pm
I save this whole stupid place and still get no respect...
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 9:13 pm
: surprised pens the door to the room a crack and looks in::
Are you ready, Claus? Your savior has-WHAT?!
OH! OH NO! THAT DAMNED TRICKY....ELF!
::flings the room open wide, grabbing at his head incredulously::
HE'S ALREADY ESCAPED!!!
::In the back of the room, lying in the bed with a blindfold over it's cold, soulless, judgmental eyes, the penguin sits, snug under the covers::
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