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12/19/2015 3:15:54 AM
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"Mine grew 7 inches."
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"Another inch and a half for me, not too bad"
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"Sorry."
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"For what? 8 inch dick ain't too bad brother"
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"Well, I mean, I'm larger than you." He grins happily.
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"Your sister seemed pleased enough" [b]He grins devilishly[/b]
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"Shes pleased with any Joe Shmoe off the block."
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"Hey man, I sure as hell ain't judging."
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"I guess. Why were you depressed when you were 14?"
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"Parents hated me, got expelled from school for beating the shit out of someone in self defense, heavy drinking due to those, they all add up dog"
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"Hrm. I was a fat, acne-ridden nerd with my aforementioned small penis who went to a school where saying "shut up" was instant expulsion and a good belting. Not to mention the bullies."
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"Then you should've done what I did; bring a knife and kneecap a bitch" [b]he says, a stereotypical Canadian accent starting to shine through[/b]
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"I didn't get allowance to find one. Or possessions in general."
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"Then beat the living shit out of your dad and take a kitchen knife. Or do it backwards if you're that much of a pussy."
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Edited by VertheAlt: 12/19/2015 3:33:59 AM"My dad was in the Outback, and my mom was out of business."
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"My mom was a drug addicted prostitude and my dad was an alcoholic cashier, we barely had a dollar to our name. And I never found my actual dad"
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Edited by VertheAlt: 12/19/2015 3:38:45 AM"Cry me a river, you degenerate shells of men floating through life, devoid of any purpose while you shower together and live your erotic homosexual fantasies and bitch about things in the past. You two scumbags are the opitamy of manliness." A man with navy blue eyes, wavy hair and a scar running from his hairline to his lower lip sits behind them on a sink.
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"Nate, when did your boyfriend get here?"
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Edited by VertheAlt: 12/19/2015 3:42:00 AM"JT... Don't..." Sawyer gets up and shoots Nate in his kneecap with a heavy-calibrated Deagle. Nate buckles down in pain, dropping to the tiled floor. Sawyer walks over to him and crouches down. "Nice to see you again, little brother," the man says, spitting on Nate, who's blood pools around his knee.
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[b]JT quickly gets out of the shower, grabbing his SW1911 from the ground, firing 3 shots at the mans chest in rapid succession[/b]
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Edited by VertheAlt: 12/19/2015 3:47:48 AMSawyer takes them without flinching. "Who are you? Also, answer me before I take your teensy-weensy peepee, stretch it as far as it can go and hang you with it, then you can see what you fūcked your mother with on that fateful day you lost your virginity, or when you did it with your neighbors dog."
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"Really because ah, your sister definitely does seem like a dog"
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He laughs. "Want me to take you up on what I said? Tell me your name before I rip you apart, eat every piece of you, even the bones, shit you out and make you my shit-bitch with vigorous shit--blam!-."
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"Damn, hadn't known you liked shit so much. Well, you are a self centered little cūnt. Names JT, now you want to tell me your name or hide it like a pussy?" [spoiler]Yeah, JT don't take nobody's shit lmao. Even those who can and will kick his ass[/spoiler]
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Edited by VertheAlt: 12/19/2015 4:10:37 AMHe nods in approval. "I respect your moxy. The names Sawyer. But just because you're friends with Nate and you have the stones to stand up to me it doesn't mean the next time you talk to me like that you won't end up a pile of bone dust and gore."
