Post by Leon Silverblood on Feb 23, 2007 8:03:13 GMT -5
Crashing noises come from inside the supply closet, and after several moments a quite haggardly Leon emerges, sweaty and heaving. "That bitch can really scrap...", he aims a thumb back over his shoulder at the closet. He slides down the wall he's leaning on and lands, eventually, on his face.
A barbie, possibly the aforementioned "Samantha" stands in the doorway, hands on her hips. This one's missing an eye, and looks crazier than him. She also looks about 7 inches tall, has a bandolier of her own with miniature ken dolls, and a shotgun.
Leon's skirt has fallen up, and his blue's clues briefs are exposed to daylight.
A barbie, possibly the aforementioned "Samantha" stands in the doorway, hands on her hips. This one's missing an eye, and looks crazier than him. She also looks about 7 inches tall, has a bandolier of her own with miniature ken dolls, and a shotgun.
Leon's skirt has fallen up, and his blue's clues briefs are exposed to daylight.
