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 Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2011 9:56 am
**whistles while using the floor buffer on the newly finished floors**
Good grief! You need a jock strap to wield one of these things!
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2011 12:59 pm
*floats in, taking a drag from her cigar*
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2011 1:13 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2011 2:10 pm
*Another night is this strange place...Chris would never get used to it. He needed some food and everyone seemed to come here. It was no Blackhawk's but beggers can't be choosers.*
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2011 2:11 pm
Wallace heads on in.
Wallace is making out with Chris Powell.
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2011 2:12 pm
::skips in::
Jeez, another teenager, Wallace?
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2011 2:14 pm
"WHAT?" He pulls Chris back. "Oh God, what ....what happened?" Wallace spits on the floor. "Sorry. No offense. Just....." Wallace slowly backs away.
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2011 2:15 pm
-swoops on in- "Hey gu---" Pause. "Wallace, what are you wearing?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2011 2:15 pm
gonk
I'M ONLY 15!!!! BAD TOUCH, BAD TOUCH!!!!
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2011 2:16 pm
Wallace is dressing up as bugs and kissing teenaged boys.
Wallace has hit a level of wrong that even I, as a Rogue, will never quite reach.
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2011 2:16 pm
Wallace P Wells
Rating: Awesome
Current Part Time Job: Metavore Whisperer
"Oh, I'm in my Metavore suit. I actually just talked to it."
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2011 2:17 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2011 2:18 pm
Wallace P Wells Rating: Pervy Current Job: 
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2011 2:18 pm
Wallace is also apparently an interdimensional furry.
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2011 2:20 pm
"Uh, well.....it said something about making me a God, but I don't like that sort of kinky worship stuff, so I am kind of phasing that part out. Then it said ...hold on. My head isn't clear."
Wallace takes a sip of his Martini.
"Oh, it said....I need to find the other that stops it. So...another metavore. Another person, I don't know. Another Metavore whisperer or whatever. Then it said."
Pause to sip.
"It's hungry, so I left it my olive. I mean, it's not a meal, but it's all I had. And something else..."
Sip sip, fresh martini time!
"Oh yeah. Lex. Lex needs to kill something because he can. I dunno who the heck Lex is, but I'd hate to be in his shoes."
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