Post by Melody Arachne on Apr 28, 2007 9:42:10 GMT -5
"You know, I'm really starting to dislike her." Melody shudders, shaking off the disturbing vision. "Stupid ... what do they call 'em in England? Tarts? Stupid tart."
"Vito, get yourself a few patches, and help me re-seal the front door, willya? This is seriously starting to tick me off. And don'tcha think it's odd that the crocs ended up here? We aren't exactly close to the zoo, and I don't think they're known for their urban land speed records. And why in the basement?"
Melody glares at the trap door with more than a little ire. "And that ... that rag-bag bitch shows up over, and over ... why here?"
She shakes a ciggy out of her pack, and a MFD lighter from her front pocket.
"More I ponder on it, the more I wonder what exactly's down in that tunnel..."
"Vito, get yourself a few patches, and help me re-seal the front door, willya? This is seriously starting to tick me off. And don'tcha think it's odd that the crocs ended up here? We aren't exactly close to the zoo, and I don't think they're known for their urban land speed records. And why in the basement?"
Melody glares at the trap door with more than a little ire. "And that ... that rag-bag bitch shows up over, and over ... why here?"
She shakes a ciggy out of her pack, and a MFD lighter from her front pocket.
"More I ponder on it, the more I wonder what exactly's down in that tunnel..."
