Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 7, 2007 22:03:18 GMT -5
Leon's hand grabs Tova's leg and squeezes as his brain seems to fly apart in a blaze of pain and light. His eyes bulge, going from murky to clear over approximately 2 seconds. "Ohhhhh.." he groans, then releases Tova as he relaxes, the pain waning. He rolls his head to one side and looks up at Murray.
Softly, he says "Hey asshole. That was my brain you just tried to pick. Do I need "Mrh?" tattooed on my forehead? God I didn't so much as scratch you...dick. See if I give you a heal...Thanks, Tova..."
He stands slowly, rubbing his neck and a very wet sore spot on his head. "Bartender...Tova...someone....I need a drink."
Softly, he says "Hey asshole. That was my brain you just tried to pick. Do I need "Mrh?" tattooed on my forehead? God I didn't so much as scratch you...dick. See if I give you a heal...Thanks, Tova..."
He stands slowly, rubbing his neck and a very wet sore spot on his head. "Bartender...Tova...someone....I need a drink."
