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9/14/2014 3:57:42 AM
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*walks into bar*
*pulls out exotic pistol "Thorn" from Destiny*
So guys......I found this in the trash outside. I shot a desticle with it, then all the others started worshipping me.......aaaaaaaand they're right outside the door.
*grins devilishly*
Who wants to shoot them with it?
:D
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Give please
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*throws to Fletch* Careful you don't miss your target, what you hit is never coming back.
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*goes outside and starts blasting Desticles* FEAR ME FOR I AM LUCIFER! RULWR OD THE SEVEN CIRCLES OF HELL! TASTE UNHOLY FIRE!
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Me! Me!
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Your up next pal :)
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Yes! *walks out side*
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FEEL FEAR!!!!! NOW IzZIO NOW REX!
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Ok! I'll sick Izzio on them after! And then Rex last.
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*throws Thorn to SgtOceanus* Same thing I said to Fletch: whatever you hit isn't coming back. So don't miss your target please :)
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*beats desticle to death with gun, the fires it into a "titans" face* Booyskasha!
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Sorry to hear that need some rum?
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*holds up glass* Already covered. However, I wouldn't view this as a tragedy. More of an........opportunity. *waves gun around*
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I like the way you think senior Rocket
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*bows* Thank you. But NOW, there is WORK to be DONE! *walks out the door holding "Thorn" at the ready* *the screams of desticles ensue* Be [b]BRAVE![/b]WHY ARE YOU RUNNING?
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Naaa, once I get away from my creepy tickle interrogation room I'll shoot 'em with my BR... They will not take this territory of the flood!!! Oooo rah!
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Edited by Radr1ar: 9/14/2014 4:17:37 AMDon't mind if I do
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Finally made it out... Where's the shooting range... [spoiler]AKA the Desticles.[/spoiler] we've got work to do!
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Take a left on destiny and when you see people in make shift cloaks that them
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*Walks back in heaving* What-cough- the hell was that!!! It was so horrifying... *Falls down* Don't...... You..... Dare...... Take my BR *Dies*
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Revives, how was it?
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T-Terrible *shaking wrapping blanket around* I-I barely made it...
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Gotcha!!
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Good for you need anything
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Yeah, can I get some rum man... The five year olds were real in there... It was just... *looks of into the distance*
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Hands bottle of Crash
