Larz turned to his left and stared at elevir. Something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what. Oh well, it didn't matter. the manic began to crack a smile.
already have night.
you were looking for her, or was it markie?
it isn't my turn. It is your gf's
yeah, what happened to that?
just talking to some people, you?
Junkie layed down on his back "Great, just freakin great."
"how can I? The target has disappeared and my lower...extremities have severe burns."
"Yes, what are your new orders? From what I can tell there is no resistance."
ooc: so now what? bic: "Great, so now what? Hey Mal, I need some help here."
Junkie lost his grip and landed on his rump roast.
"Oh I'm gonna make it your fault! I'm gonna fault you all the way into the next world!"
Junkie began to throttle hades "What is your problem man!"
"Alright alright, fair enough. You've been getting alot of flak lately."
"bout time! I don't remember you being so forgetful class leader."
"Shame, such a shame. Don't you remember, practical application of alternative philosophy?"
Junkie rolled around trying to rid himself of the flames.
"You're lucky that I am tired and bruised."
Junkie strolled over to hades. "This better not hurt. I've been thorough enough as it is."
"um...no, no not really."
