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 Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 7:50 pm
He's not, Clarice. Trust me, he's not nearly as bad.
::grins broadly::
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 7:51 pm
sorry, doll.
*taps Chris on the shoulder with her fake magic wand*
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 7:51 pm
::walks in pushing his sunglasses up::.. Since that other place is empty, Has Anyone seen The Empress..
: razz oints at the Eyeball following him::
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 7:53 pm
She was here earlier looking for her eyeball. She offered a handsome reward for it's return.
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 7:54 pm
Good thing it likes me then.
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 7:54 pm
::raises an eyebrow at Charming::
How are you controlling that thing? It was going crazy earlier and wouldn't just "sit and follow" anyone except the Empress.
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 7:55 pm
I'm not controlling it. It's Following me.
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 7:57 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 7:58 pm
Maybe the eyeball's female? Maybe it needs to be warned about Charming . . . mrgreen
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 7:58 pm
How the hell should I know?
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 7:59 pm
Keep that stuckup witch away from me. I'm not blowing on her coffee.
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 8:00 pm
::the little boy tugs on Snow's skirt. She leans down and he whispers in her ear::
Are you feeling alright, Charming?
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 8:01 pm
As long as the lady doesn't tear up the place, I'm fine.
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 8:02 pm
THE EMPRESS... Is not a stuck up witch.
::temper flares for a moment then calms back down::
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 8:03 pm
Fables Snow White ::the little boy tugs on Snow's skirt. She leans down and he whispers in her ear:: Are you feeling alright, Charming?
What makes you think I'm sick?
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