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 Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 8:02 pm
Wesley Gibson Me? I wouldn't worry about me, I'm leaving s... *looks at half-hanging wall clock* CRAP! My group left this universe three hours ago! Aww, now I'm screwed...
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 8:02 pm
*yawns* Alright people. I'm going to go read my stash and turn in. Night!
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 8:03 pm
Uhh Wes? You might want to listen to him? sweatdrop
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 8:03 pm
*reaches over the bar, pulls out an unbroken bottle of whiskey and throws it at the new guy*
Welcome to the club. Smoke?
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 8:06 pm
*experimentally spouts a few victorian chairs in the corners, upholstered in almost red silk with embroidered daisies*
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 8:07 pm
Bigby Wolf *reaches over the bar, pulls out an unbroken bottle of whiskey and throws it at the new guy* Welcome to the club. Smoke? *Shoots the bottle* No thanks, I don't smoke and I already have a hangover right now... *pulls up a seat* Damn, I'm stupid sometimes...
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 8:08 pm
Well, that's not exactly an exclusive club, either.
*pours himself a shot*
Hell, half the time I wonder why I ever came here.
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 8:09 pm
*the seat crumbles underneath Wesley and sends him to the floor in a cloud of dust*
Really should get that Satan Trademark Infringement Girl into some counseling.
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 8:10 pm
Feh. I did some research into that. It's those gauntlets of hers that allow her to exist. They're some sort of nuclear, red-kryptonite making reactors.
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 8:11 pm
Thats the last time I get drunk in another universe...
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 8:11 pm
Alright, I think I've got an idea now...
*a hardwood floor grows up from the rubble and sprout an art neveau rug covered with hearts and daises.*
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 8:11 pm
Looks like it cost you the shirt off your back.
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 8:13 pm
*Pulls up another chair*
Look, Don't tell me to take a seat and then dematerialize it. Thats what five-year-olds with super powers do.
*takes a firm seat*
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 8:14 pm
*raises eyebrow*
*heads for higher ground*
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 8:15 pm
Wait a minute! If Linda is infringing on Lucier's copyright by using Satan in her name, does that mean I'm in violation for using hell in mine? sweatdrop crying
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