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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2005 4:47 pm
*Pushes a button on her remote control and a mechanical arm holding a can of beer shoots out.* Okay, wrong one. sweatdrop
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2005 4:53 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2005 5:02 pm
I wish Ted would label these things before I steal them. *Pushes another button and the restraints lift.*
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2005 5:07 pm
*jumps off the couch and whips around to face Raven* I want every trap you set in the mansion deactivated or I'll show Creed those letters you still write about him that you never send.
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2005 5:12 pm
Letters? I know not of any letters. ninja
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2005 5:13 pm
I do. I made plenty of copies too. twisted
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2005 5:14 pm
What's to keep me from unleashing my moose on you and destroying all the copies, hmm? *Holds up a bag of walnuts.*
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2005 5:23 pm
Who says all the copies are hear in the mansion? And what makes you think I'm not set up to handle you in case you ever try something on me?
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2005 5:32 pm
Who says I'm not prepared to deal with the letters? *Opens bag of walnuts*
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2005 5:36 pm
I do. If you truly were you wouldn't have been so surprised when I mentioned them. And since I'm a natural empath I know you're bluffing.
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2005 5:40 pm
Okay so maybe I am. What if I can't remember where most of the traps are? lol
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2005 5:43 pm
I re-edit your letters and send them to Batzaro. twisted
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2005 5:47 pm
*Grumbles and goes to find her trap sniffing chinchilla.*
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2005 5:50 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2005 5:54 pm
*Drops a walnut at Greer's feet and a moose comes charging at her.* Love you too, baby. heart
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