Mike and I have been helping Lacena settle into his new life. He likes to be called Lockie, now. Short for Lachlan. Don't know where he got that one. He's getting on well in school, though. He can't remember too much from when... when he wasn't so well, but that's probably for the best.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-....Fuck.-
-You need to think fast.-
-Lightspeed, baby-
-You could probably kill, like, two or three zombies by yourself. Five if you brought that sweet broadsword Jeff Trenton lent you. But you're just a man, you know your limits.-
-What was that one thing the guy did in that movie?-
-..... Oh, right.-
-Reaching into his tinfoil cuirass and pulling out a makeshift grappling hook, the man grabs a trash can lid, sits on it, and throws the hook at Biker's bike-
And Mike's been mucking around with Lockie and Sarah Jane's lot. I'm pretty much positive they got up to some adventures while I wasn't around. They were still cleaning up something in the back yard when we left.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

-Imuka's in luck! the impact broke the door-
-the door bit, where they put the money in-
-i don't know about atms help-
No shit. We'd better get out of here fas— WHAT the fuck.
edited 12th Jun '14 11:09:02 PM by thespacephantom
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