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Post by Melody Arachne on Jul 7, 2007 8:47:07 GMT -5
Melody contrives to put the overall-clad cleanup crew between herself and the door, and shakes out a cigarette as they dispatch the zombies neatly, efficiently, and with a minimum of fuss and bother. "He's right, Sarpek. They can't get enough of it. Best bet is to turn it off, or toss it over the roof edge. Hey, you were undead for a while ... what is it about Paris Hilton that the deaders dig? Is it her prison cred?"
"Geez, guys! Cade first, then kill! Haven't you ever been to a mall siege? And no, you may not sic Leon on her. That's how he first got in trouble, you know. Remember the mess? The cable? The ... well never mind."
Receiving a hand-up, Mel steps onto a stool and from there up onto the little-used end of the bar to get out of the way. "DJ, man, once we get this place refitted, you guys are gonna have to stop blowing things up. I only have so many favors to call in, you know? Hey, what do you think ..." she pauses to stomp some grey and clenching fingers with her Chucks..." about a polished piece of metal to make like a mirror? No way real glass would last a day ..."
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