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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 7:53 pm
Listen, this is not rig-ACK!!!
*a penguin chick lands on the puppy as a polar bear cub slams into Chris's leg*
WHAT THE F-
*crashes into a couch*
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 7:54 pm
Well. You don't see THAT every day.
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 7:56 pm
*Lowers his glasses Don Johnson style.*
I think we have a serious case of over-accessorizing here.
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 7:57 pm
*Walks in through the door with a smile on her lips.*
*Looks around and notices Loki. Starts to walk over to him and then sees Chris covered in pets.* eek
Is that normal?
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 7:57 pm
Maybe you should try armoring up, Chris. Perhaps that would help?
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 7:59 pm
I don' think that would do any-
*a black cat leaps on Powell's shoulder after he stands up*
ACK!
*a green dragon flies in and hovers near his head*
COME ON!
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 8:00 pm
One never knows with Chris Powell.
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 8:01 pm
I've heard about his escapades with a Black Cat...
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 8:03 pm
It's like I have a freaking gravitational pull.... gonk
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 8:04 pm
Was he a cat at the time?
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 8:04 pm
Maybe you've discovered your secondary mutation.
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 8:04 pm
Oh? So it could be something new for him then?
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 8:06 pm
Hartley Rathaway Maybe you've discovered your secondary mutation. Is mental illness a valid primary mutation?
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 8:07 pm
I don't know how to answer-Gah!
::Jumps at the girl who's materialized in the room::
Who are you? Where did Clarice go?
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 8:08 pm
I'm not a mutant...
*another cat latches on to the polar bear cub*
Argh!
*a blob of black hops in and promptly falls asleep Powell's feet*
What the what!?
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