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 Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2012 2:15 pm
There was a sort of delight in seeing Jerry this worked up and not directed at him. There was no risk of him being shot point blank by a bazooka. That was always a nice feeling.
"Exactly man. Stand up for yourself! Go ******** show them that the line is drawn RIGHT HERE and they better not dare cross it." Still, even drunk there was a self preservation instinct lurking in Rep as far as Dr H went.
"I'll get this mess cleaned up!" A single dropped bottle wasn't exactly mess, but Rep wasn't exactly good at cleaning either.
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2012 2:18 pm
Somewhere in Jerry's crowded and well sauced head, this all seemed perfectly logical.
"I'll show her. I'll show them both I d-don't like... ******** around," He muttered to himself as he wobbled out the door. Despite the staggering steps once in the hallway, Roar couldn't fight the summon any more, and there was a man with a bazooka and a guitar on a mission, storming his way unevenly towards the Life facility.
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