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Thursday, March 17, 2011

Squirming under foot

My my my, how the Hellbeast does squirm and whine when I step on him. Smash his bones, break them, grind them. Let the blood flow. Scream, Hellhound, scream.
He just keeps muttering Clarice's name. How pathetic. Truly it is so.
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4 comments:

  1. ClariceMarch 17, 2011 at 3:37 PM

    Stop it! Please stop it! Name your price, Allen! Just stop doing this to Clyde, please. What would I have to do? -Clarice

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  2. The L(x)ne HunterMarch 17, 2011 at 3:43 PM

    My dear, there is no price you can pay. The Master has given him to be. This is for my own pleasure.

    Regards,
    Al(x)ne

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  3. PeteMarch 17, 2011 at 5:58 PM

    Your time is shot, Al(x)ne. Count on it.

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  4. SliceMarch 17, 2011 at 8:34 PM

    You won't live through the month.

    If not at my hands, at someone's. We're coming.

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