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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 8, 2007 21:25:37 GMT -5
After acting like an epileptic for about 10 seconds, Leon stands slowly, opens a bottle of Tovarisch Kruschev rum that ValJohn tosses him, and draws deep, then gasps and coughs.
"Thanks, both of you, very much. Good to know I have some semblance of friends, here. That means you, too, Vito. I recognized your handiwork in the form of a nasty Claymore, neh?
Jesus, Tova! Could ya make that a bit smoother??"
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