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 Posted: Fri Dec 08, 2006 11:31 am
The music dies down.
To Boheme: What the hell are you doing?!
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Posted: Fri Dec 08, 2006 11:34 am
To Mocha: We're tired of all of this! You've had your fun, but it's time to return home.
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Posted: Fri Dec 08, 2006 11:35 am
Surprised: We're going home?
*steps down from the stage*
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Posted: Fri Dec 08, 2006 11:35 am
To Mocha: When I say "we" I mean Rae and myself. You... not so much.
*fires the gun, hitting Mocha square in the chest*
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Posted: Fri Dec 08, 2006 11:37 am
Screams: No!
*jumps down from the stage and picks up Mocha's lifeless body*
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Posted: Fri Dec 08, 2006 11:38 am
To Akue: You always have gotten on my nerves.
*fires the gun, shooting him dead*
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Posted: Fri Dec 08, 2006 11:39 am
To Boheme, surprised: You killed them, but why? I thought you liked them. They certainly liked you.
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Posted: Fri Dec 08, 2006 11:40 am
To Rae, angry: THEY NEVER LIKED ME!
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Posted: Fri Dec 08, 2006 11:41 am
To Boheme: You did right.
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Posted: Fri Dec 08, 2006 11:42 am
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Posted: Fri Dec 08, 2006 11:42 am
To Boheme: I... uh... I mean, he was a menace to society. You did the right thing.
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Posted: Fri Dec 08, 2006 11:43 am
To Boheme: Are you going to kill us now as well?
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Posted: Fri Dec 08, 2006 11:44 am
To the three of them: We'll be leaving very soon. You should all leave the mansion while you still can.
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Posted: Fri Dec 08, 2006 11:53 am
The three of them managed to get outside of the mansion in time to see it rise up into the air, leaving them lying in the dust.
I've done a lot, God knows I've tried to find the truth. I've even lied, but all I know is down inside I'm bleeding, and super heroes come to feast to taste the flesh not yet deceased, and all I know is still the beast is feeding.
Crawling on the planet's face some insects called the human race-- lost in time, and lost in space... and meaning.
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