Post by Leon Silverblood on Jun 2, 2007 14:47:47 GMT -5
A tin cup clatters against the bars of the cage. Having spontaneously materialized in the haggard hand of a grey fella who also materialized out of thin air, it goes "clankity clankity clankity clankity clankity clankity"
Oh, and
"Graaaaagh. Bhmr."
The zombie dances and points in cardinal directions.
(Hi! Bye! Love you too, Harrison)
Oh, and
"Graaaaagh. Bhmr."
The zombie dances and points in cardinal directions.
(Hi! Bye! Love you too, Harrison)
