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*Smashes through the bunker roof/walls in T-Rex form, snatches up Mr. Tweetums in his powerful jaw and runs off to freedom*

I am the manry-est of men!

I want a kitty basket.

Okay, here's your kitty basket.

-Squeals and gets into it.-

^____^ Yay!

I am the manry-est of men!

-curls up in kitty basket-

Okay....I missed quite a bit apparently.....and damnit Asche! You get back here and fix my roof! *chases after with swords in hand while dodging zombies*

*has decided to hitch a ride on alpha's head for the chase* 83

Well, better hold on tight then....*begins sprinting at super speed*

*uses alpha's hair as a rope and ties her self in* ouo safty harness!

*laughs at DK* Well, that's certainly one way to stay safe.....and a use for my hair I hadn't thought of. *looks around frantically between hordes of zombies*

Waa ono scary zombies wanna eat the dk ono

Eh, these are the slow, creepy kind of zombies. Not the new age fast ones. *dashes up the side of a tall tap building* You'd think a t-rex Asche wouldn't be that hard to find....

O.o;
strange people are strange.

Nah this is pretty normal here.