I was taught by the right honorable Sir Soul Caliber, actually (I knew eventually I'd find a place for my misspent youth) and by living in Glasgow for sixteen years. It is, my friend, a place when you can rely on a verbose nature no more than you can rely on a baseball bat with a nail in it.Trivun said:Very nicecoldwarkid said:You're too late, job's done! I put down a tarpaulin to save the carpet, and left a honey badger in the doorway just in case one of the little illiterate buggers gets brave.Trivun said:Fair enoughcoldwarkid said:No worries my friend, I've got some Tesco's own bin bags, and the wee buggers come preserved in buckfast. This job could get no easier. I'm even going to leave the hatchet in for comic effect/added warning.Trivun said:If you're out getting more bodies then try this time to make sure they get preserved properly, last time the embalming fluid leaked everywhere, took us days to get it out of the carpet. Speaking of which, it's brand new this carpet so please for the love of God make sure you carry a few body bags with you. I'm not getting brain fluid anywhere this time...If you need any more hatchets try the shed out back. Otherwise, I have a sniper rifle you can borrow, although it doesn't really add the same level of fear...
Oh, and I think the guy's name was Lorenzo or something. See the effect RL sports have on people? This is why we stick to video games!
*wipes blood from face, sighing*All bases covered, very efficient. Who taught you how to kill? They did an excellent job. Oh, by the way, you missed a spot of blood on your right cheek
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Oh, thank you very much *uses Ned's kappa tracksuit to clean face*.
Just out of interest, I've got a few rotting corpses I could rub on the walls, how does that sound? It'll attract flies and Zombie fanatics, but we can beat them with sticks. Everyone else'll keep clear.