-the Radio's playing music, courtesy of the Radioman-
-because he's listening in from his radio-station in-town-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-Dr. Robotnik, this horrible thing is looking around
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Bastard... hm... talk to them, then, Dog. Find out where you are.
Yes, Master. I talk.
edited 19th May '14 10:38:57 AM by eldritchseer
(Finds the muscle-bound freak highly unsettling, but then hears his HONOR BEING INSULTED)
...Mrrrgh... I am not fat! How did that happen to you, anyway?
(Goes over and crouches by Slick.)
...Oh wait, don't tell me! Let me guess... You were smarting off.
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019-the music dies down over the radio-
Welcome to the middle of nowhere Radio!
I am your gracious host, Radioman.
I'm broadcasting to you live from that town outside the cabin.
And it sounds like you all aren't trying to kill each-other anymore!
So isn't that great?
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postYour look like food. I like food. I'm hungry.
That's enough, Dog.
Hello, Robotnik. From here on out you're going to be doing what I say. If I say jump, I want you to ask how high. Failure to do so will result in you finding out the hard and painful way what it feels like to be eaten.
edited 19th May '14 10:53:39 AM by eldritchseer
...Okay, look here, try not to die. That would be bad, because then I'd have to bury you, and I really don't want to do that. Wait here while I get something for that injury of yours.
(Just sort of stares at Dog for a bit.)
Uhhhh... O-okay? Look, I'm—I'm just as confused as you here. I don't want trouble... I really don't... Eheh. Hehhh...
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019

-does not flinch- It's useless. You can't kill me.
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI