Post by Melody Arachne on Apr 18, 2007 7:43:17 GMT -5
"Certifiable, there's no doubt about it ... crazy as a shithouse rat, in other words. How many of these damned things are there, anyway?"
From her perch on the bar, Melody pulls her feet out of snapping range and waits for one of the monsters to open its mouth before firing. "Aim for the soft bits, man. Is Spec still down there? I dunno if you ever come back from being eaten ... "
The image of trying to revive a steaming pile of gator poo being distasteful, she leans far out over the bar, trying to peer down the trapdoor. "Spec! You down there?"
From her perch on the bar, Melody pulls her feet out of snapping range and waits for one of the monsters to open its mouth before firing. "Aim for the soft bits, man. Is Spec still down there? I dunno if you ever come back from being eaten ... "
The image of trying to revive a steaming pile of gator poo being distasteful, she leans far out over the bar, trying to peer down the trapdoor. "Spec! You down there?"
