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| I AM NOT GETTING A JOB!!
Just so everyone knows that. | |
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| HEY, DAMIEN, HOW COME YOU LIKE UKON BETTER THAN ME?! | |
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| *high-pitched whistling, followed by a sound like he's keeping time with his hands on the floor*Wer zu Lebzeit gut auf Erden wird nach dem Tod ein Engel werden den Blick - *a huge crash, since his roof just caved in entirely on the back room and half of the front room of his house*.....Oh, shit. *a brief pause, before he continues singing happily*
[ooc: This is the song he is singing. And yes, he can sing - quite well, since he's a sound ninja. P.S. He is unaffected.] | |
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| So there's gonna be a ball?
You wanna go with me, Ran-chan~? | |
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| I hate it here.
I don't like being forgotten.
I want to go home... | |
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| I'm bored.
Someone entertain me. | |
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| Ok, ok, ok.
If that's the result I get when I ask if anyone wants to sleep with me, I should totally ask more often.
And, for the record, my inquiry was totally chaste and platonic due to the fact that I WAS COLD.
I just happened to get some side-benefits this time.
Seriously. You all wish you were in my bed last night.
Cosmas, you are coming over again. At least once a week.
On a lower note, do you guys think the gods here would give me cigarettes and a lighter if I asked? I mean, it's not like I can get cancer here, or anything?
HAHAHAHAHA. That's funny. I am a cancer.
I also want a guitar. Geehehee | |
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| OK, WHO WANTS TO SLEEP WITH ME~? | |
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| THESE THINGS ARE SO COOL, MAN!!
I JUST RODE ONE ALL THE FUCKING WAY AROUND THIS PLACE!!
Then it dropped me in a river.
I FUCKING LOVE YOU, GODS!!! | |
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| So.
The next time someone, you know, decides to DIE IN MY ARMS...
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Don't.
That is all.
Be at peace, children. | |
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| UKON?!!!
Has anyone seen someone who looks just like me, probably really sleepy, really grumpy, and looks like a candidate for caffiene?!
Also... I need another shoe.
And probably a place to stay.
BUT BACK TO THE IMPORTANT BIT - UKON?! | |
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