@ discedo

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Oi, oi! Shut the hell up 'bout wantin' a Romania or Bulgaria, we don' need anymore jackasses there!

Or Greece, for that matter!




[...]


Yer shameless attempts at advertisin' are terrible.

Comments

[warofstraydog]

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!

That's only four. They don't exist!

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That's FIVE! I was gonna say FIVE!!

[warofstraydog]

Four!

Just four! Don't cheat!

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I was gonna say...



[...]




Bruce Lee.

[warofstraydog]

Oh bullshit!

[scimitar]

Yep, that's right. Bruce fuckin' Lee.

In awe? I think so.

[warofstraydog]

Bruce Lee is dead ya lyin sack of crap.

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Not when it's 1963, he ain't!

[warofstraydog]

Then why don'tcha go get his autograph huh?

Yer friends so it shouldn't be that much of a hassle, yeah?

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[...]

Okay. I will.

[warofstraydog]

I'm waitin.

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He's not here right now.

[warofstraydog]

That's the shittiest excuse I ever heard.

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It's a fuckin' amazin' excuse that means ya have to buy it.

Take it.

[warofstraydog]

I hope a raptor eats yer face.

Mun told me ya had raptors in yer place.

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Raptors--?

[... oh.]

Hell yes I do. We train' 'em so they'll fight with us an' then ride 'em home once the battle's won!

[warofstraydog]

Are ya drunk?

I said I hope one eats yer face.

[scimitar]

It's impossible, my mask is basically an anti-raptor shield.

[warofstraydog]

And also is incapable of stoppin ya from spewin baloney out yer mouth.

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[ROAAAARRR] Well, duh! Cuz I don' spew bologna!

[warofstraydog]

Oh that's right.

Garbage. Fuckin garbage.

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Sure. An' I'll puke it all over yer house cuz it looks like a fuckin' landfill from here anyway.

[warofstraydog]

Bet ya don't know where my house is.

[scimitar]

It's not hard to guess!

[except that. bulgaria's house isn't apart of his place anymore. right.





this could be difficult.]

[warofstraydog]

Then guess.

[you are a smelly jerk.]