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 Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 9:37 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 12:16 pm
-pukes in the bucket, then starts dry heaving-
This is the life...>_<
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 1:08 pm
Damn...
I'm glad I haven't been killed yet, but that's just asking to die.
You okay Bloo?
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 3:24 pm
Stomaaaaaach PUMP!
*teleports all remaining Feuer contents out of Bloo's body and into the bucket*
Well that takes care of that O:
And... well ok I didn't really use a pump after all.
*munches on some Pocky*
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 5:55 pm
*burrows into the ground*
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 7:20 pm
I'm okeh now, I guess.
And you're right about the whole asking to die thing...that was terrible. e_e
Hey Encarton, mind sharing some of that Pocky with meh? c:
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 8:15 pm
No tis mine!
*huddles over and continues nibbling pocky*
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 8:23 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 8:55 pm
*Bursts into Renegade's burrow, tears his head off, and beats his body until it stops moving. Then burns the head and disappears*
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 8:58 pm
 Cheer up and dry your damp eyes and tell me when it rains
.+
-Follows Lord P-
|:<
-Noms on Pesty's face-
+. And I'll blend up that rainbow above you and shoot it through your veins
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 9:05 pm
*Aaron gets cancer and dies* I'm not called Pestilence for nothing. Meepmeep. *Disappears in a cloud of dust*
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 9:15 pm
Cheer up and dry your damp eyes and tell me when it rains
.+
-Ectoplasms all over Pesty-
+. And I'll blend up that rainbow above you and shoot it through your veins
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 9:20 pm
*Is so disgusted he can't express it in words*
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 9:22 pm
 Slow it down
Make it stop
Or else my heart is going to pop
{o: Freaky.}  'Cause it's too much
Yeah, it's a lot
To be something I'm not
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