by Brnin8r » Thu Jan 08, 2009 1:42 pm
As the two come from their hiding place, Gary waves to them, "Are you two the only ones left we were waiting for? We'd better get moving if we're to make it before whoever did this comes to clean up. And my name's G..." he takes a moment to cough, "Gary." Gary could only be described as an ex-marine in his old camo stuff who's lived in the wilderness without razors or bathing facilities for a year or so.
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The wrestling stops around Alana, the hybrids look pretty disappointed, as if the respect she had garnered for her ferocity were lost on the wayside in the wake of her party-pooper mood. The wrestling ends and the hybrids start cleaning up the mess, repairing what was broken and taking what girls were not dead to the emergency wing of the burrow.
It's not about how much dough you make -- it's about how delicious a pizza you eat at the end.
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