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Post by Prisonner Of Today on Mar 12, 2007 22:32:32 GMT -5
"Whoa!" Priz says, slightly taken a-back, "I'm not so worried about what he was smoking so much as what you are!" He chuckles a little at his own joke.
"But yeah, I'm pretty sure it was Tova. He came in while I was sleeping, waving an axe and a bottle of vodka around. I wonder where he found it... Anyway, like I said, I was asleep most of the time, so I didnt get much of a chance to chat, or see what happened to him. He's probably ok, from my few encounters with him, he seems like someone who can take care of himself."
"And if not," Priz adds, pulling a small case out of his pocket, and opening it to reveal 5 syringes inside, "That's what these are for. I'm pretty sure one of the other bar patrons could tell you more. Who are they, anyway?"
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