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 Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 6:47 pm
Megan Morse They're worse than those X-Men. * hears Kitty cough from somewhere*
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 6:47 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 6:49 pm
Donna Troy Megan Morse They're worse than those X-Men. * hears Kitty cough from somewhere* *Uses martian telepathy to pick up on the phrase: "Xavier's students, from the mess you can generally tell where they've been."* Thanks Roy. *Sips milkshake.*
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 6:50 pm
*hops up on stage*
Under the lights where we stand tall
Nobody touches us at all
Showdown, shootout, spread fear within, without
We're gonna take what's ours to have
Spread the word throughout the land
They say the bad guys wear black
We're tagged and can't turn back
You see us comin'
And you all together run for cover
We're takin over this town
Here we come reach for your gun
And you better listen well my friend, you see
It's been slow down below,
Aimed at you we're the cowboys from hell
Deed is done again, we've won
Ain't talking no tall tales friend
'Cause high noon, your doom
Comin' for you we're the cowboys from hell
Pillage the village, trash the scene
But better not take it out on me
'Cause a ghost town is found
Where your city used to be
So out of the darkness and into the light
Sparks fly everywhere in sight
From my double barrel, 12 gauge,
Can't lock me in your cage
You see us comin'
And you all together run for cover
We're takin over this town
Here we come reach for your gun
And you better listen well my friend, you see
It's been slow down below,
Aimed at you we're the cowboys from hell
Deed is done again, we've won
Ain't talking no tall tales friend
'Cause high noon, your doom
Comin' for you we're the cowboys from hell
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 6:57 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 7:01 pm
*Shrugs and finishes my milkshake.*
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 7:01 pm
Hey you, hey you, Devil's little sister
Listening to your Twisted Transistor
Hold it between your legs
Turn it up, turn it up
Low end is coming through
Can't get enough
A lonely life, where no one understands you
But don't give up, because the music do
Music do music do music do music do music do music do music do
Because the music do
And then it's reaching
Inside you forever ******** you too
Your scream's a whisper
Hang on you
Twisted Transistor
Hey you, hey you, finally you get it
The world ain't fair, eat you if you let it
And as your tears fall on
Your breast, your dress
Vibrations coming through
You're in a mess
A lonely life, where no one understands you
But don't give up, because the music do
Music do music do music do music do music do music do music do
Because the music do
And then it's reaching
Inside you forever ******** you too
Your scream's a whisper
Hang on you
Twisted Transistor
Music do music do music do music do music do
Hey you, hey you, this won't hurt a bit
This won't hurt a bit, this won't hurt
Says who? Says who?
Anesthetize this b***h
Anesthetize this b***h, anesthetize!
Just let me be
Between you and me don't fit
Because the music do
And then it's reaching
Inside you forever ******** you too
Your scream's a whisper
Hang on you
Twisted Transistor
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 7:03 pm
*Bursts in through the door rolling. He stops sitting up and looks around.*
Hey, people.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 7:03 pm
Can't say much for the music, but thanks for the milkshake.
*Phases out.*
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 7:05 pm
*hops off stage*
Eh...was in the mood for some metal.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 7:06 pm
*gives Roy a bar of iron*
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 7:06 pm
*Shoves Roy off, grabs his guitar and starts to snarl into the mircophone*
Trapped in purgatory
A lifeless object, alive
Awaiting reprisal
Death will be their acquisition
The sky is turning red
Return to power draws near
Fall into me, the sky's crimson tears
Abolish the rules made of stone
Pierced from below, souls of my treacherous past
Betrayed by many, now ornaments dripping above
Awaiting the hour of reprisal
Your time slips away
Raining blood
From a lacerated sky
Bleeding its horror
Creating my structure
Now I shall reign in blood!
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 7:07 pm
Roy William Harper *hops off stage*
Eh...was in the mood for some metal.
"Bu da tish!"
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 7:08 pm
*launches the iron bar at Lex*
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 7:08 pm
Hey Luce, hope you can use that stuff I sent ya. 'cause if not... then.. uh... well, they were drug dealers, they deserved the beatin' I guess.
Let me know if you need anything else. It's no problem. twisted
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