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 Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 7:19 pm
*Lands ontop of him and tries to pound his head down over and over onto the ground* mad
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 7:20 pm
*Runs to his locker room and sees if Layla is still there*
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 7:21 pm
*Head pounded against ground.*
stressed
*Reaches in pocket and tries to stab Havok's arm with used needle.*
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 7:21 pm
((I'm finally trying to find pictures for my mule's sigs. This mule was the first victim. :3))
Rebecca watches the fight.
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 7:23 pm
*Gets stabbed and jumps back holding his arm*
"OH MY GOD!!!" eek
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 7:24 pm
*Crawls away, holding the back of his head.*
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 7:25 pm
*Runs towards Rebecca*
"He diseased me! I'm a gonner!" gonk
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 7:30 pm
gonk
"Way to think positive, Havok!"
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 7:31 pm
Well now what good am I? Thorn will take me out back and tie me to a tree and shoot me. crying
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 7:33 pm
Cry Havok Well now what good am I? Thorn will take me out back and tie me to a tree and shoot me. crying No I won't. Most likely the hepatitus will get you in fifteen years before I do. stare
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 7:34 pm
*Walks around clueless...But still evil twisted *
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 7:35 pm
I don't want a disease!!!
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 7:38 pm
Look on the bright side, Johnny. I have the clap and I'm doing great!
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 7:40 pm
Rebecca sees Shelley and tries not to fight.
stressed
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 7:40 pm
*Just stands there. Still not even sure if he had anything.*
That's it, Rebecca get me a knife I'm cutting it out I'll be damned if I'm getting a disease. mad
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