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9/11/2014 4:58:04 AM
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If you ask for a job, and anyone but The Traveler or me says yes, then it ain't happening. And don't ask multiple times because then I gonna start pulling out your teeth and nails.
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Can I haz job? :3
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You already work here
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DO I?!
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..... *throws Bio down same hole I made pile driving the other guy*
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[b]Phantasma[/b] *Fletch goes through me*
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Just get it the -blam!-ing hole.
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Yep! Your the crushing... I mean punching bag *hammer rises out of the ground.*
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*hears tingling* My Quarian Senses are tingling! *dodges hammer*
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I SUMMON THE HAMMERED HAMMER! *all attacks with this hammer makes you extremely drunk.* hiyah *swings at bios ribacage*
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Hey! That's cheati- OOOMMMFFF! *goes flying across bar* Ow, Keelah. *stands up* You want to fight? [b]Lumbre.[/b] *lights on fire* Lets fight.
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I can so that too! *sprays bacta on arm and bursts into flames* I regret this decision!
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Really? Fire?? *hammer rises out of ground* meet fire extinguishing hammer *points handle at bio and stretches the pole. Chemicals come out freezing the fire*
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This is ordinary fire. *runs to Crush* It's EVIAN FIRE! *punches Crush in the face* [b]Dov....[/b] *Crush is surround by a weird black mist*
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[b]LOK VAH KOOR[/b] *black mist clears* ah, you thought you would win?? *charges at bio, trips over drunken hammer and immediately starts vomiting* what the *vomits* hell?? How can I be *vomits* this drunk?!? *vomits* the scotch!! Is too *vomits* strong!!
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Well, this has been fun. But I gotta go. *Poofs away*
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Rofl for noobs
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Can I get a job as general killer? Or security? Or bartender??
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Edited by Fletch: 9/11/2014 7:27:35 AM
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Aw ok. Anything?
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Edited by Fletch: 9/11/2014 7:30:22 AMYou can help promote the bar! I will make shirts, and you hand them out along with booze! YAY BOOZE!
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Ok. Just point me where to go and I'll go there!!
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There is a mall, down the street. Here's some shirts, a cooler, and keys to a smart car. GO FORTH AND PLUNDER not really.
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Sir, I gave out about 509 shirts, one I got back burnt, so I had to shank a beeotch.
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How many times did you stab?
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One for every shirt I handed out. This is what's left of him *holds up a scalp* the rest may or may not be ashes in hell...
