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 Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 4:02 pm
*thinks of what to throw together*
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 4:31 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 4:34 pm
Guess who's going to Virginia tomorrow on a business trip? stare
Wheee....
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 4:41 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 5:23 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 5:33 pm
"Damn, Bloody Hell"
*Steps back and applies white, oil based make-up*
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 5:34 pm
Ah-hem.
Music!
::An orchestral chorus suddenly blares into the Bistro::
Oh, who's the hero of the entire nation?
Kuzco! Kuzco!
Who's the cat in the Emperor station?
Kuzco! Kuzco!
Who's coolness is an unstoppable infestation?!
Kuzco! Kuzco!
Say it again, with inundation!
KUZCO! KUZCO!
Hah, I bet you didn't think they'd come up with four -ation words, did you? Well, they did. Because I told them to.
Emperor guy, right here, that's me. dramallama
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 5:41 pm
*Steals a couple coins from Kuzco*
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 5:42 pm
HEY! NO TOUCHY!
*snaps fingers, guards begin scouring the place*
Find whoever touched me! They threw off my groove! They TOTALLY threw off my groove! dramallama
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 5:46 pm
*Throws whiskey in his face and disppears*
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 5:48 pm
*Eases into the Bistro after nightfall.*
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 5:49 pm
Ho-kay, that totally makes this decision a lot easier (as if it wasn't already). Someone grab the contractor and start with the smashy-smashy.
This 'bistro' thing happens to be sitting on the site for my new Summer Home-Kuzcotopia.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 5:49 pm
Lex Joseph Luthor *Eases into the Bistro after nightfall.* *Slips all of Kuzco's stolen goods into his jacket pocket*
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 5:50 pm
Goldfinger
He's the man, the man with the midas touch
A spiders touch, such a cold finger
Beckons you to enter his web of sin
But don't go in.
Golden words he will pour in your ear
But his lies can't disguise what you fear
For a golden girl knows when he's kissed her
It's the kiss of death from
Goldfinger
Pretty girl beware of this heart of gold
This heart is cold
Golden words he will pour in your ear
But his lies can't disguise what you fear
For a golden girl knows when he's kissed her
It's the kiss of death from
Goldfinger
Pretty girl beware of this heart of gold
This heart is cold. He loves only gold
Only gold. He loves gold
He loves only gold. Only gold
He loves gold.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 5:52 pm
stare
That's...great. Can we go back to what's important now? Me?
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