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Post by Irishman on Dec 31, 2010 19:45:17 GMT -5
*Irishman looks on in horror as Orrv tempts fate by trying to feed the GBBCoD!!  * I'm coming Torra!! *He vaults over the GBBCoD as it pounces on Orrv, chomping on the sardines and engulfing half his arm in the process. Picking up Torra's comatose form, he sidesteps around the pair, lamenting Orrv's fate but doing his best to salvage Torra before the horrid thing turns back on her. Quickly slipping from th room ,he calls in vain for Wahoo to help revive his wife.* |
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Post by Torra on Jan 28, 2011 13:49:54 GMT -5
*as Torra is being frantically carried out of the Chamber by the yelling Irishman she starts smacking Irishman.* HEY!! Irishman, PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT!!! For pities sake man, It's the GBBCoD, not the Grim reaper.  He/she/its breath is the worse than it's bite (well, as least to me anyway). *Irishman hurriedly drops Torra in a heap* OOF! |
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Post by Irishman on Feb 1, 2011 12:56:13 GMT -5
I'm sorry M'lady QoT196D. I got carried away at seeing that monstrosity chomping on poor Orrv. I hope he has slobber insurance.
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Post by Unknown1 on Mar 1, 2011 13:10:56 GMT -5
*walks in, sees Torra being angry, and promptly dies to save her some trouble*
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Second Year, Second Semester
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Post by orrv7 on Mar 3, 2011 19:12:56 GMT -5
*looks in to see unknown on the floor.* hey haven't seen you in a while  *orrv enters room ... and dies* |
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Post by Irishman on Mar 3, 2011 22:23:46 GMT -5
*Irishman wanders down the corridor, taking nips from a flask. As he approaches the room, he glances in, and is almost ovecome but the pull of death. Recovering, he splashes Orrv with the contents of his flask, and hopes it is enough to revive his friend. Heading to the Pub, he thinks maybe there is some bacon left to snack on*
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Post by Torra on Mar 6, 2011 13:20:04 GMT -5
*looking up from her heap on the floor, Torra sees a sight for sore eyes; Unknown.  Who, unfortunately, promptly dies and falls like a felled tree right next to the currently moritorious, Orrv * Oh, for pities sake, would you two knock that off.... the dead bodies are getting to be stacked like cord wood around here!  *reaches out and grabs the fast fleeing Irishman by the ankle* I don't think so, bub. What I THINK you meant to say is "I'm off to the pub AFTER I help poor Torra UP OFF THE FLOOR WHAT I DROPPED HER ON." |
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Post by Unknown1 on Mar 7, 2011 17:42:02 GMT -5
*a sudden, unexplainable instinct to placate Torra reanimates Unknown* Irishman! Help her up! Please?! I can't run away as fast as you.  |
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Post by Irishman on Mar 8, 2011 22:11:33 GMT -5
*Irishman glances down at Torra, then sighing heavily, he assists her to her feet. Dousing Orrv on the way best, he helps her out of the room*
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He/she/its breath is the worse than it's bite (well, as least to me anyway).
