-it screeches-
-and begins shambling towards Travis-
-Nep, check it-
-a horror from beyond the stars-
-Dot look-
-there are several shifty-looking people standing outside that bank, carrying duffel bags and wearing ski masks-
-they probably want business cards-
edited 30th Jun '14 6:53:54 PM by thespacephantom
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOISKREEEEEEEEE
-it LUNGES-
Woah, man, look out!
Dude, check it!
Yes. Go away.
Wait a minute, Jonesey! Howsabout we get her in on our little business venture, eh?
Are you stupid. No. That is a horrible idea. Why did you even say anything.
Whatdya say, kid? Wanna make some dough?
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI-slashes at the Yith-
PM box is Closed, Indefinitely Friend Code: 3368-4181-6850-the Yith screeches as it is double lasered-
-it bursts into flame and explodes in a flash of light-
Woah, man!
RADICAL!
-they high-five each other, then air-guitar-
See?! Told you this was a dumb move! Let's scram!
-they run off-
-one of them drops his duffle bag in the confusion-
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOII don't know what you're talking about mister. I'm just to make some money so I can buy that!
-points to that sweet ass sword in the window over there-
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-Dot approaches them-
Hello. Would you be interested in these?
-Holds up business cards, like a BUSINESSWOMAN-