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 Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 7:36 pm
Jonah Hex ::blacks out:: Suddenly, Ah feel right at home.
- Creates Smitty behind the bar, your stereotypical Western bartender -
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 7:39 pm
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 7:40 pm
Well, unless you're being paid to crush fleshy ones, that works for Father Blood Drench Robo Crush.
Greetings, Hex. 3nodding
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 7:45 pm
Hullo, Father. How's God treatin' yuh today?
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 7:48 pm
Besides a glass, what can I get you Hex? Father?
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 7:49 pm
*goes back to work on Blake's thing*
Could I get a glass of milk? biggrin
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 7:50 pm
Ah'm good. Just waitin' fer this period in mah life...afterlife...tuh be done tuh move ontuh thuh next phase.
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 7:53 pm
*Wanders in to the opening chords of Walk by Pantera*
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 7:56 pm
Clark~Kent *goes back to work on Blake's thing* Could I get a glass of milk? biggrin
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 7:58 pm
Finally, my black ops outfit is complete.
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 7:58 pm
Michael Demiurgos Clark~Kent *goes back to work on Blake's thing* Could I get a glass of milk? biggrin
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 8:00 pm
- Creates said glass and the milk to fill it -
Anything for yourself Mrs. Darkholme?
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 8:01 pm
No thanks, I prefer my drinks without the touch of the divine.
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 8:03 pm
I think . . . . I should like a redbull, vodka and orange juice.
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 8:05 pm
Raven_Darkholme No thanks, I prefer my drinks without the touch of the divine.
- Quirking his brow, he creates a single black rose and offers the item -
Redbull? If it's wings you desire, just ask Mr. Luthor.
- Manifests the order -
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