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 Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 10:32 am
I don't scar easily. Want to test that? I mean, it's not like there are any laws stopping you...
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 10:34 am
It's tempting, but as you can see, I am tragically out of uniform.
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 10:38 am
You're as crazy as a pet coon.
Inversely, there's no law stopping ME from taking care of you bozos permanently....is there?
::lights a new cigarette::
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 10:44 am
"Crazy as a pet coon?" I'm sorry, have you gone southern redneck on us? What does that even mean, anyway?
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 10:48 am
Whoops, you paid attention to the wrong part of what I said.
::grabs Lex by the throat::
The only reason your brains aren't splattered all over is because I don't feel like stressing out my wife on the eve of our big vacation. I have no patience for you or your bullshit. From now on, if you see my wife, you do not speak to her. You do not make eye contact. If you so much as breathe the wrong way around her, your spleen will paint the ceiling of this place.
::lets go::
And I wouldn't mention this conversation to her, either.
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 10:54 am
*Lex draws a silver-lioaded gun and aims it at Bigby's head*
YOU DISGUSTING FREAK! HOW DARE YOU TOUCH ME?!? HOW DARE YOU SET CONDITIONS FOR ME?!? DO YOPU KNOW WHAT YOU ARE?!? A PATHETIC JOKE! A LOSER!
*Lex pauses for a moment, then aiming for Bigby's shoulders, squeezes the trigger*
Find a way to keep a shorter leash on that trollop, and no one would have any cause to speak to her, anyway.
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 10:59 am
::takes the shot in the shoulder::
Should have taken the shot when you had the chance, Luthor. My "conditions" stand. I don't care how many half-baked plots or little plans to grab power in the Nexus you have cooking. You look at my wife again, there won't be enough left of you to put in a body bag. I've seen how you work, and I know that you don't like her idea of keeping tabs on scum like you.
::grabs his shoulder and heads for the door::
And talk to your ammo expert. There's no way this slug's pure silver.
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 11:02 am
Heh. I got news for you, ********. Nobody likes her idea. She can't even get the other so-called heroes to agree with her. And if you "knew" how I operated, you'd know that my hired muscle is a lot better than your hired muscle.
And don't confuse "warning shots ammo" for what I'll use if and when I decide to give you the Old Yeeller treratment.
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 11:06 am
::half-smiles::
It must really amaze you that your plot to rule the Nexus wound up failing, doesn't it? You have no respect for anyone else. Not really.
::the bullet pops out of his shoulder and hits the ground with a 'plink!'::
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 11:10 am
On the contrary. Just because I don't respect a mutated freak, an alien menace, or a former princess who's too big for her proverbial britches doesn't mean there's no one I respect.
It DOES mean that my respect has to be earned. And you have failed on this account. Stunningly and repeatedlty.
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 11:15 am
Yeah, and not earning Lex Luthor's respect is why doves cry.
You smell, Luthor. You smell like scheming. To be honest, I don't give a s**t anymore what you people do in the Nexus. All I care about is my family. And as long as Snow wants to dedicate her time to this place, my threats to you remain intact.
::heads for the door, leaving a light trail of blood::
Just so we're clear on where we stand with each other.
::steps out of the Bistro::
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 11:20 am
*Lex calls after Bigby*
I'll tell you like I already told you. If that slut speaks to me, I will speak back. Hell, if that little b***h even speaks ABOUT me, I will defend myself.
And I'd have my will made out if I were you!
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 11:47 am
Wow, Billy Mays is extraordinarily mad today.
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 3:26 pm
*Appears behind the bar in a green flash and grins.* I knew Clock Kings gadgets would come in handy.
*Pours herself a glass of orange juice and takes a sip.*
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 3:40 pm
*Grabs some carrots from the kitchen and heads to a booth.*
*Slides in and nibbles on a carrot as she pulls out Querl's report and a notebook. Reads over the report as she makes notes.*
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