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I WISH YOU COULD SEE THE WICKED TRUTH
CAUGHT UP IN A RUSH, IT'S KILLING YOU
CAUGHT UP IN A RUSH, IT'S KILLING YOU
Like Quill, the beige cat felt uneasy about this stranger suddenly shifting gears and talking about joining them -- he switched from claiming to have his own agenda to wanting to join. He seemed more liable to be an inconvenience or a straight out liability rather than a 'productive' member like he claimed he could be. Tails flicking behind her, the woman's nose wrinkled for half a second as she decided she didn't like this one bit. "If we'd put you to use, it wouldn't be on your terms, if you keep running your mouth like that," she grumbled, not appreciating him calling them a 'band of loons' when he displayed the intelligence of a toddler who'd taken a staple gun to his own tongue.
Unfortunately, the erudite lacked telepathy or any other methods for long-distance communication. Still, she narrowed her eyes as she focused as hard as she could and loudly screeched inside her head, "STRYKER, IF YOU'RE STALKING MY THOUGHTS, STRUT YOUR THICC ASS OVER TO THE BORDER FOR A HASSLE." She had no idea if that would fucking work, but it seemed worth a shot.
[member=1738]Stryker[/member]
Unfortunately, the erudite lacked telepathy or any other methods for long-distance communication. Still, she narrowed her eyes as she focused as hard as she could and loudly screeched inside her head, "STRYKER, IF YOU'RE STALKING MY THOUGHTS, STRUT YOUR THICC ASS OVER TO THE BORDER FOR A HASSLE." She had no idea if that would fucking work, but it seemed worth a shot.
[member=1738]Stryker[/member]
WRITTEN BY AXIOM * TAGS