Noah Corek
Cocked, Locked and a Smoking Barrel
Sarge Potteiger said:I've got something against your existence.
Sarge Potteiger said:I've got something against your existence.
Sarge Potteiger said:I've got something against your existence.
Zhaera Shai said:What's wrong with my existence?
Sarge Potteiger said:Everything.
But don't you worry that karked up little head of yours; I'll take care of it.
Oh, you know just what to say to turn me on.Zhaera Shai said:No, kanabar -- you won't.
Oh come now, Harlot of the Vong. It's not polite to bring your relatives into this.Zhaera Shai said:Spoken like the dung of a meat maggot.
Zhaera Shai said:I'll let my consort deal with you.
You're one to talk.Zhaera Shai said:So touchy.
sabrina said:Sarge Potteiger I think you need to go here, and get rid of some of that tension
you watched three hundred too may times, and I am not interested in you.Sarge Potteiger said:No. But I'll gladly relieve your body of it's limbs.
sabrina said:you watched three hundred too may times, and I am not interested in you.