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Post by Melody Arachne on Apr 11, 2007 10:00:10 GMT -5
"I'm tellin you, it's safer with her in the cage ... hey, you think you can get a zombie drunk?"
Melody deftly pours a tall frosty drink for Spec, adding the paper umbrella with a flourish.
"Or maybe we should just hang her over the edge of the roof from the cable, huh? Can't do any damage from there, and if we put her on the far side of the building maybe the deaders would concentrate on trying to come through the concrete instead of the door. Hey, what if you painted the door to look like a wall? How the hell would they know where the door was, anyway?"
"DJ, you got all these sources and info, right? How smart are the damned things anyway?"
Mel hops up onto the bar next to the blender, shaking out a smoke as she pours another shot of rum for herself and crosses her legs, one sneakered foot swinging. "You remember to bring up those Twinkies, Spec?"
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