

Unwanted Help- Part 1Part OneUnwanted Help- Part 1
'Hey, I followed you and Myers, didn't I?'
'And then you had him transferred to Antarctica. That's very... discreet.'
'Ah, he said he liked the cold.'
-Click-
A silhouette of a medium built man was all Agent Metaphase could see through the dank darkness of the privet dorm room. The tape recorder was re-wound to the same point;
'Hey, I followed you and Myers, didn't I?'
'And then you had him transferred to Antarctica. That's very discreet.'
'Ah, he said he liked the cold.'
-Click-
Once again it
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"At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet."
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I live to write, I write to live, but what happens when I just want to play a video game?!
*grins* because I'm the truley evil one!
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Kurt: Brian, word association: Paris?
Brian: Croissants.
Kurt: Spain?
Brian: Bulls.
Kurt: South America?
Brian: Hostage situation.
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I live to write, I write to live, but what happens when I just want to play a video game?!
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Kurt: Brian, word association: Paris?
Brian: Croissants.
Kurt: Spain?
Brian: Bulls.
Kurt: South America?
Brian: Hostage situation.
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Kurt: Brian, word association: Paris?
Brian: Croissants.
Kurt: Spain?
Brian: Bulls.
Kurt: South America?
Brian: Hostage situation.
anyways, you deserve a medal or something for that picture, i was amused by it. *grins*
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...when you kill one it's a tragedy, when you kill ten million a statistic...
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