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Post by LS on Jul 8, 2015 12:57:25 GMT -5
 You're on camera doing it! |
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Post by Tsaalyo Phoenix on Jul 8, 2015 13:00:27 GMT -5
 You're forcing your parts into my palms!  |
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Post by LS on Jul 8, 2015 13:12:29 GMT -5
Liarbot 9001!
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Post by Tsaalyo Phoenix on Jul 8, 2015 18:18:10 GMT -5
NOPE.
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Post by LS on Jul 8, 2015 18:21:07 GMT -5
9002?!
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Post by Tsaalyo Phoenix on Jul 8, 2015 23:10:33 GMT -5
*DRAGBOP*
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Post by LS on Jul 8, 2015 23:11:53 GMT -5
Let me go!
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Post by Tsaalyo Phoenix on Jul 8, 2015 23:23:21 GMT -5
Nope!
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Post by LS on Jul 9, 2015 6:31:02 GMT -5
... yes!
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Post by Tsaalyo Phoenix on Jul 9, 2015 9:20:01 GMT -5
*happy drag*
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Post by LS on Jul 9, 2015 10:05:05 GMT -5
Badbot!
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Post by Tsaalyo Phoenix on Jul 9, 2015 11:44:27 GMT -5
*tosses her into the jet*
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Post by patrickdron on Jul 9, 2015 11:54:15 GMT -5
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Post by LS on Jul 9, 2015 13:36:27 GMT -5
*The camera cuts away to a room with a plain metallic wall*
Ooh, three for three, that's a better score than our first guests had! Looks like age came before beauty this time... Well, join us next time, with our next secret guests! Bye! *Tilts her head to the side, smiling cutely into the camera*
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Post by Tsaalyo Phoenix on Jul 9, 2015 16:18:54 GMT -5
Japan will be unhappy. ...someone take her down too! |
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Post by patrickdron on Jul 9, 2015 16:36:28 GMT -5
Japan will be unhappy. ...someone take her down too! I figured Japan would have thought of fried Pikachu on a stick first yes. |
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Post by LS on Jul 9, 2015 17:22:23 GMT -5
*Waves* Buh-bye! *The camera shuts off*... like who?
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Post by Tsaalyo Phoenix on Jul 9, 2015 18:32:33 GMT -5
Liiiike... Venus! *sidles over* |
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Post by patrickdron on Jul 9, 2015 18:44:23 GMT -5
Liiiike... Venus! *sidles over* *looks at Sale* really going to try and have her strangle you like Iris? |
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Post by LS on Jul 9, 2015 18:45:22 GMT -5
*A vine trips him as he approaches, causing him to fall face first into a snare, which suddenly yanks upwards, wrapping around his neck and suspending him by it*  *Writing in the dirt, a detailed square with a number of smaller, less detailed squares surrounding it. A small pile of shaped, cubical stones lines beside her. Quizzically looks over at him, a vine with a sharpened rock slicing the snare off*... quite the network of traps she's built. And... some sort of dirt board game. |
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