......... -hops carefully over to the fridge, keeping her eye on Warwick-
-opens it, fumbling around without looking-
-finds a thing of uncooked bacon and holds it out to him- H— here. Take it. And don't eat me, alright? Or... my hand, don't bite off my hand — then you'd just be biting the hand that feeds you, nyeheheheh.... uhm.
...???????
edited 25th Jan '17 11:56:57 AM by thespacephantom
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-The wolf man takes the bacon and sniffs it-
This... this will do. Not fresh, but I'm not picky. Don't like screaming meat when they did nothing wrong...
-Warwick wolfs down on the bacon before his ears pick up Soldier's voice-
...? I thought you were blown into chunks... And it's Zaun. Not Russia.
edited 25th Jan '17 12:00:38 PM by Tatsumar
Deer

Ooh! Britain... what part? D'you live in— CHRIST on a CRACKER! -reflexively terrorstomps on Soldier's head-
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