The lunatic began to examine his new surroundings. The room was cold and drab. So not to ruin the theme, everything was a shade of white and gray. Letting his hand wander, Gex began to have a feel for his bed. Soft, clean, cool, and sturdy. It was a living nightmare. "So can I change come furniture around?"
nope sorry about that ^^
yes my child?
ok show's over *put's gun away*
Gex smiled. "My arm is broken, my throat is bleeding, I still have minor nerve damage and I have almost died today. So basically I'm doing rather well. How bout yourself? anymore rage still pent up. You know I can get you a good deal for your rage if you just give it to me now."
you should see how bad I can make my friends laugh >:{D yep, cold hard steel of justice.
want to touch it? 8D
who says it hasn't already finished me off?
Gex just shook his head. "Let's not worry about my health right now. You still haven't answered my question. Shouldn't we talk to the boss or at the very least let me see my room. I've been here for a whole day and I know almost nothing."
everything.
oh you know, being cool. now post in life.
I'll show you cool *pulls out a gun* there, wanna try that again?
in my house yes no, no you don't ^^
*sets you on fire* and I said I'd....something something something.
naw, I escaped...for now.
studying, you?
am not parents kidnapped me.
"Whatever" There was no need to press the issue. Her opinion was her opinion and he couldn't change that. She was such a stubborn girl. Then again, that is usually tied to violence and that was what he wanted. "So shouldn't we report to the boss or something?"
I'll find out in a second.
...I'm an american remember? we discussed this when we broke out in a second language war.
