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 Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 12:50 am
Rebecca throws the PSP somewhere. "Damn.."
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 12:50 am
eek
*Looks around, hops down from the table and snatches up the PSP*
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 12:52 am
*wispers to his self * what a jay
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 12:54 am
*Sits down right there on the floor and starts playing it. There that would keep him out of trouble for a while.*
((maybe))
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 12:56 am
"Guys, I'm going to leave you alone for a few minutes. I have to do something. Just don't kill each other." Rebecca walks out of the room.
((I really do have to do something, so I'll be back in about 5 minutes.))
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 12:59 am
*Gets up with the PSP and walks out. He had enough of being slapped and shocked for today.*
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 2:30 am
Rebecca walks back in with a bag of chips.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 7:53 am
*sits to himself singing, sounding quite sadistic.*
Raindrops falling on my head..just like....damn...forgot the words..
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Desirable Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 9:28 am
Rebecca was sleeping on the couch.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 11:26 am
*has been asleep for 2 weeks on the pink leather couch*
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 11:36 am
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 11:41 am
Hold it right there!
*Points at Acid and walks over.*
I'm a cop!
*Shows badge.*
A little birdie told me you're a druggy...Mind if I search you for anything?
*Taps nightstick.*
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 11:42 am
cool "Go right ahead...
Wait, you're a cop?!"
Acid sprints away and hides behind a random object of some sort.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 11:43 am
*Sees Acid trying to hide behind a toaster.*
..... confused
*Walks over and pulls him up to his feet.*
Stand still... stare
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 11:45 am
gonk *Found, then pulled to his feet*
Fine, but be careful of the thumbtacks and pieces of barbed wire in my pockets.
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