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yeah it gets like that here too
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I imagine there are quite a lot of jobs where it gets like that, Ashy.
Sad that it is that way... *sneaks up and pokes Galla* Hi. 0w0 |
i work in a stadium, so i get people bitching about all sorts of things out of my control. like the weather ><
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Gah! -flails- -falls over- -curls up-
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Oh noes! I knocked over the Galla-person! *gently nudges*
Hello? Is you alive? *nudgenudge* Ashy: Ah...yeah. I can see how that would suck. It's not like you are magically gifted and can control the weather. People should learn how to be prepared better. |
-twitches- -bleeds out of unknown places-
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Eeew....*backs away*
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... Yeah. That hurt. -sits up- I'm out of tea. How's a man supposed to bleed and writhe without tea?
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*feels bad for causing the bleeding*
Ooh! I can fetch some tea! What kind would you like? |
dont touch the blood, it may turn you into a zombie :o
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Zombierific!
I like zombies... *inches toward the blood* |
yeah just dont come near me :o
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-grins- Be my guest. Just try not to eat Ashy, I have some leftover bodyparts in the fridge to eat.
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yeah no eating the Ashy :o
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Aww...Ashy does not like the zombieness very much?
*debates pros and cons of being a zombie* |
Ashy was the one that turned me. Apparently she's too pimp to stay a zombie.
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