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#4
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Nexess
The Mad Scientist
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"Scrapless sea mutt..." was muttered before the back leg of the chair was kicked out, landing the other square on his ass.
"Save yer stup'd remarks and get your hopeless bones to the ship, Capt'n prob' not drunk enough to forget us this time." Boots scrapped on the worn floor as Sawyer did a zig zag pattern to the door.
Last edited by Nexess; 11-24-2013 at 05:47 PM.
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Posted 11-24-2013, 05:27 PM
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