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 Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 8:23 pm
"After a few changes, they tastes pretty good," Billy giggled, and indeed offered the bottle back. "Y'aint got me play done yet, do ye?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 8:27 pm
"No, and, uh.. I could go get to work on that right now..." Sid glanced back the way he came. It was more likely he would go back and drink until he passed out, but that was all part of the creative process really.
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 8:29 pm
"Wha', y'aint gonna' clean yer plate?" Billy nodded to the fish carcass that remained in Sid's grip, "Y'don' like me cookin'? I spent all afternoon huntin' these."
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 8:33 pm
In response, Sid tossed the headless fish back in his mouth like a smelly peice of popcorn. After two halfassed attempts at chewing he swallowed and winced again. "Still working on that..." he muttered.
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 8:51 pm
"I like 'em wee skinny shiny silver ones meself. An' I tink I heard sometin' aboo' them bright ones are poisenous or sometin'... jes' t'warn ye."
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 8:58 pm
"What?" Sid's head whipped back to Billy. "Ohhh... You meant fish. Sorry. I'll keep that in mind, but... I don't think I'm quite ready to, uh, take the plunge yet... heh."
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 9:01 pm
"Well, yer certainly lookin' equipt fer it. Y'aught t'go fishin' wit' me sometime. Real fishin', no' tha' normie crap wit' th'string an' stick."
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 9:15 pm
"But..." Sid waved at the general area of his mouth and throat. "I don't have gills man. And my lungs are pretty bad as it is, let's face it."
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 9:27 pm
"Then ye'll paddle aboo' th'top an' I'll scare 'em up towards t'surface fer ye'. Ye'd be amazed how fun it is. Li' tryin' t'catch a greased pig. Only lots o' 'em. An' they can fly. An' they're all real wee."
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 9:32 pm
"Maybe tomorrow then..." Sid said. "I think I'd better go try and get some work done."
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 9:34 pm
"Aye. Go write me a goddamn play! Try outs are comin' soon!" The octopus called.
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 9:41 pm
"You got it!" Sid said, waving as he walked off.
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