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04-13-2006, 06:18 PM | #11 | |
I do the numbers.
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Location: Saskatoon
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A small ball was rolling around at Krylo's feet. If you listened closely, you could hear the repitition of gunshot after gunshot. At long last, the ball gave, and Darth was released. Unfortunately, it would appear a richochet had shot him in the arm. Even more unfortunately, he was released right into Krylo, with both of them falling over. His day was not improving.
It didn't improve when he saw the army either. His "oh shit, it's Dr. Tran" sense kicked in and he whimpered. Hurriedly, he rolled off Krylo and muttered his mantra for whenever he actually touched Krylo: "I am straight, I am straight, I am straight." Back to the problem at hand, Darth gazed upon the tide of the damned. It was very tidey. As he didn't know how to stop tides, or how to get stains out of clothes without Tide, he was at a loss. "Why don't we just have them start a flame-war among themselves, and tear each other to bloody pieces? Then the mods would try to stop them, and we'd have a rebellion anyways."
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