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 Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 11:32 am
Ask the guy drooling napalm on the cash register.
::starts sorting through his cloak pockets::
See, this is why I upgraded to the utility belt...I should never take that off...
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 11:33 am
*Guy fixes Piper with a hard stare for a long time.*
*Finally, he speaks.*
I want muffins, too. Blueberrry.
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 11:34 am
Great. Let's eat, then
::Snow sits at a table in the corner, away from the door::
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 11:34 am
Ouh. *Watches Guy in amusement and slight disgust* Sheesh man.
There's better ways to crack open the register machine.
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 11:34 am
Hartley Rathaway Ask the guy drooling napalm on the cash register.
::starts sorting through his cloak pockets::
See, this is why I upgraded to the utility belt...I should never take that off...
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 11:37 am
*Watches them from the building across the street*
Red Lantern.
eek
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 11:38 am
Ok. Everyone calm down. *Steps inside* I heard screams but I also heard someone mention something about muffins.
I want to hear more about that last development.
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 11:40 am
I'm not making fun of you! I'm just attempting to arm myself in case you get offended and decide to obliterate me.
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 11:43 am
Do they have any apple cinnamon muffins over there, Piper?
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 11:45 am
Yes, but if I grab them, is he going to bite my fingers off?
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 11:47 am
Ah well, maybe we'll just skip actually eating during lunch then. I could lose a few pounds anyways.
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 11:48 am
Only one way to know...
*Heads over to the muffin's tray. His hand on his waistband. Wary of what napalm dude is going to do*
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 11:50 am
I smell convectional treats!
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 11:51 am
::while Patrick is busy being a napalm distraction, loads up on muffins and scurries over to Snow's table::
There we go. Pity if the hottie with the lack of brains gets napuked, though.
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 11:54 am
It would be a terrible pity, at that.
Oh, which reminds me..
::Snow pulls Piper's glasses from her purse, neatly folded and cleaned. She hands them to him::
Thank you for the loaner. I cleaned them up a bit..
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