...WELL. Maybe I would speak French, actually... If my fricking French mom didn't fricking dump me on my Vietnamese father's fricking doorstep because her fricking racist French parents didn't want a fricking yellow baby...!
(HUFF PUFF SEEEEEEEETHE)
(His whole body becomes enveloped in intense static electricity an instant before the punch lands, in hope that it will shock Ches.)
KHHHHHH—!
(Takes the punch really hard and falls back, wheezing.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019-Ches is stunned a little bit, clearly not expecting it, though he recovers quickly-
So you've got control over electricity- making this hard for me.
Though I don't know what you have to gain, unless that is- you're sent from the man I'm investigating.
In which case, I'll have no choice but to break your arms and legs, the best I can.
-he adopts a pose with his baton
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And hope my martial arts will do enough work.
But I'll have you know I'm engaged to a psychic with the abilities of telekinesis. And I happen to have her on speed-dial, telepathy wise.
So you go to prisons and wonder why they're there, huh?
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postYou're the fucking racist, you ignorant putain! What- just because you were wronged by a Francophone or two means that we are all evil, hm? That is the most ignorant load of horseshit I've ever had spewed at me by some fucking shiteating Anglo motherfucker in all of my life!
-Savannah-
And as for you! Get some fucking cream for the necrotic sores sprouting on your face- I can smell the reek of puss from here! And your legs, tabranak- I would tell you to shear the wool from them but your fucking razor would just get caught and lost in the fur!

Oh. You're watching for the bugs too? Thanks!
-toKyo-We should get on your bed!
No.
edited 2nd Sep '16 2:22:18 PM by Azure
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