<Playthingses?! You have no ideases where you would be if we weren't aroundses! You would have nothingses, probably be nothingses! You owe your whole existenceses to whoever of us decidedses to create your specieses!>
-Grabs her hat and angrily throws it on the floor-
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<But I'm not expectingses you to understandses... Very few of you do.>
Argh... I needses to clear my headses, or something is gonna implode in one of the nearby dimensionses.
-Poofs away-
edited 3rd Feb '18 7:02:59 PM by WackyPancake
"I like girls, but now, it's about justice."(That shield can reflect Guardian beams automatically. But... it has a finite supply of energy. Blink doesn't remember the exact number, but it's definitely not enough for Rink to rely on for the rest of his journey.)
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(Blink steals a look back at Kirk, hoping he isn't lost in this conversation...)
Eheh!
>("That's Bolson for you!")
(Bolson's got this weird policy where he'll only hire a worker if their name ends in "son." Apparently it works, since the men he hired built the really posh Tarrey Town from nothing but rubble... but still, Bolson would rather die than break that policy!)
edited 3rd Feb '18 8:27:55 PM by foxmccloud4387

He nods.
"In my quarters," he says, pointing a thumb to the building. "How come?"
dead devotion