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[bye_to_yer_head]

Phone
*Waking up under a floral print bedspread, Sniper went to the closet without much thought, ignoring the woman who was sleeping on the other side of it. He put on his BLU shirt, his hat, slung his bow over his shoulder before...*

Alroight, if this is some kind of joke, it sure as hell ain't funny. This had better not be what it looks like. Because if I'm back in this troppo place there's gonna be hell t' pay.

Truckie? Crowley? Spy? Either of ya spooks? Anyone wanna let me in on why I'm back in this blasted nightmare of a town?

Action in front of 625 Topper Street

Where th' bloody hell is my camper!?!

*And he's just storming around yelling as if that'll make his Land Rover miraculously appear out of nowhere.*

Comments

[Phone]

[shellfishlovver]

What makes you think you're so special? Why is ANYONE in this horror terror of a town? That would be a MUCH more suitable question.

[bye_to_yer_head]

It's my phone, I'll ask what I damn well please.

[shellfishlovver]

And you will look foolish doin' so.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Sure mate, whatever ya say.

[shellfishlovver]

Yes, whatever I say. How amiable of you.

[bye_to_yer_head]

I ain't gonna argue with ya over th' phone. Much more satisfying when yer there an' I can put my fist through yer face. 'Sides, yer the one who answered the phone.