BlueInTheShell
Barrel of Monkeys
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Hook, line and sinker. Tritonia laughed and continued to dangle the bag of gold while she pondered what manner of atrocity she could do to inflict the worst on both the establishment itself, and the people within; the bard licking her chops like a predator anticipating the finishing blow on its prey. "Ah, I knew subtlety would be lost on someone as...Simple...As you. Let me put it in a way that even someone from the Far North would be able to understand." Tritonia chimed, chomping her fangs together. "You're gonna let me either do something fun to amuse myself in your brothel, with your dear 'Best' worker," She said, fingers curling and uncurling in mimicked quotes in the air, "Or, I'll be more than happy to pay the people in here to do perform all those sickening thoughts they try to keep buried in their head. Your choice. Madame."
"I just want to come home," said the Astronaut.
"So come home," said Ground Control.
"ï¼³ï½ ï½ƒï½ï½ï½… ｈï½ï½ï½…," said the Voice from the Stars.
“And he goes around killing people?†said Mort.
He shook his head. “There’s no justice.â€
Death sighed. NO, he said,... THERE'S JUST ME.
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Posted 05-09-2018, 10:47 PM
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