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 Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2005 11:09 am
Remy. You're hopeless. I'm outta here for a bit. Back later. *walks out*
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2005 11:10 am
Give me thaaa-aat....
Yanks the phone from LeBeau.
What.
s**t.
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2005 11:15 am
*pours a Scotch for Bigby*
Problem?
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2005 11:18 am
*glares*
You know that 'energy anomaly' STAR Labs detected coming from West's corpse? They've been tracking it, even after West was buried on the moon.
It just faded out. They didn't figure out what it was, but if there was any chance of reviving him, that was it...and now it's gone.
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2005 11:25 am
Remy's face sinks such as it is. Not one for showing emotion but still, he liked Wally.
"No chance I suppose of somehow gettin' it back or it reappearin?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2005 11:28 am
They didn't even know what it was, much less how to synthisize it.
Bigby lights up a cigarette.
Makes me all the more eager to do what I have to do at the will reading tomorrow.
He walks out of the Bistro.
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2005 12:19 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2005 12:30 pm
*fashions a gigantic baseball bat out of an old redwood*
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Linda Lee Danvers Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2005 12:42 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2005 12:47 pm
Batter up, Cretinous Cretin! MWA HA HA HAAA!
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Linda Lee Danvers Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2005 1:03 pm
*pops up from his hiding place*
Hey! I resent that!
*sees the tree-bat*
eek
*zaps a few kitties into her batting range*
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2005 1:04 pm
Phase my kittens! Phase!
Virgil! gonk
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2005 1:05 pm
They're not yours. I got them from Remy's private stash. Of kittens.
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2005 1:05 pm
Virgil Hawkins They're not yours. I got them from Remy's private stash. Of kittens. Oh. Alright then.
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2005 1:06 pm
Beats getting whacked by a Satan Bat, that's for sure.
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