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 Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 6:29 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 6:33 pm
*Burst through the bar door and stands in the door way, surveying the area.*
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 6:38 pm
*Makes his way throughout the bar. Stops and picks items up, turning them over, smelling them, and putting them back half haphazardly.*
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 6:41 pm
A maniac and a worm. Great company. stare
*grabs a bottle of Jack Daniels, pouring a glass.*
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 6:45 pm
*Lears at Fury. Continues to shuffle through the bar.*
I'm a Crocodile-Man, thanks.
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 6:46 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 6:52 pm
I do say. Name's Grins, Mr. Grins; Mr. Grins from Punkus and where I come from we all look like me. All yous pink and tan human-things look the same to me, slick.
*A faint, robotic voice comes from somewhere on Mr. Grin's person.*
SILENCE! Ignore the locals! I need glass; clear, plain, glass!
Right boss, you got it.
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 6:56 pm
*Carnage sneers a bit, snaking a teendril of symbiote down and around Fury's shoulders.*
Buddy . . . I'll tell you like I told your pet Spidertramp. If I wasn't looking for bigger game, you'd already be dead.
Just the same, watch the insults, or I might forget who I'm really lookin' to kill.
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 6:59 pm
That's funny. I was about to say the same thing about all yous green and scaly things.
*drinks his whiskey, reacting to the robot voice with nonchalance*
And to think there was a time that would've surprised me.
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 7:03 pm
*Goes behind the bar and finds a clear jug.*
Hey, this gewd enough?
I don't know, I can't really see it now can I?
Oh yeahs... Well, uh, its a big jug. And it's not colored or nothin'.
It will have to do! Now find either a laboratory or even a hardware store - some where I can work! And where have you taken us!? It smells of alcohol and thus not surprisingly like crushed dreams and failure.
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 7:04 pm
*walks in the bistro*
Hey guys.
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 7:09 pm
Cletus J Kasady *Carnage sneers a bit, snaking a teendril of symbiote down and around Fury's shoulders.*
Buddy . . . I'll tell you like I told your pet Spidertramp. If I wasn't looking for bigger game, you'd already be dead.
Just the same, watch the insults, or I might forget who I'm really lookin' to kill. *brushes the tendril off his shoulder, as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a Zippo lighter as he absentmindedly flicks it open and closed.* Son, you couldn't kill me if you tried. No finesse. No talent. Just a psychopath who coulda used a few more hugs from his mommy who happened to catch a lucky break with that symbiote you're wearing. I ain't here for trouble, boy, but if you want it, I'll light you up like the fourth of July.
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 7:14 pm
We is in a bar.
Don't you drink a drop of anything! I don't need to experience yet another horrendous Crocodile-man intoxication incident. You're already practically useless.
No drinky. Gotcha boss-man.
Now get us out of here.
*Heads towards the door.*
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 7:17 pm
*Snatches Fury's bottle of whiskey with his tail on his way by. Tips his hat quickly and gives a toothy grin. Exits.*
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