Post by Leon Silverblood on Apr 26, 2009 11:42:11 GMT -5
((Apparently neither am I! hah!))
Leon screeches to a halt and stares around as if awakening sharply from a deep sleep. "Muddu Fuck?" He examines his over-abundance of limbs, turning several hands over and counting more than twenty fingers. Then he starts a game of patty-cake with himself.
Again, he stops abruptly, looking out after the DJ. He gives the DJ 5 middle fingers, watching each hand to make sure he got them all. "Ahn...Zoo...Hree...uh...Hree...Zah!" then charges after him.
He trips over one of his legs, crashes onto a barstool and crushes, then leaps to his feet, further enraged, and goes to resume the chase when he hears Noah swearing. He walks over to him slowly, lifts him up into the air with two hands and starts dusting him off with two more.
"Nozah ahhkay?" He shakes him a little. "Nozahhh?" Thinking, a little, Leon thinks the Nozah said something about his shotgun. Not seeing one nearby, unsure if he'd know one if he saw it, he grabs a nearby bottle of New Malton Colossus brand whiskey and puts it in Noah's hands. "Gahn." Leon nods, satisfied.
Still holding Noah off the ground, he gives him another shake, concerned. "Up, Nozah!..."
((It's like a dumber version of Goro from Mortal Kombat!))
Leon screeches to a halt and stares around as if awakening sharply from a deep sleep. "Muddu Fuck?" He examines his over-abundance of limbs, turning several hands over and counting more than twenty fingers. Then he starts a game of patty-cake with himself.
Again, he stops abruptly, looking out after the DJ. He gives the DJ 5 middle fingers, watching each hand to make sure he got them all. "Ahn...Zoo...Hree...uh...Hree...Zah!" then charges after him.
He trips over one of his legs, crashes onto a barstool and crushes, then leaps to his feet, further enraged, and goes to resume the chase when he hears Noah swearing. He walks over to him slowly, lifts him up into the air with two hands and starts dusting him off with two more.
"Nozah ahhkay?" He shakes him a little. "Nozahhh?" Thinking, a little, Leon thinks the Nozah said something about his shotgun. Not seeing one nearby, unsure if he'd know one if he saw it, he grabs a nearby bottle of New Malton Colossus brand whiskey and puts it in Noah's hands. "Gahn." Leon nods, satisfied.
Still holding Noah off the ground, he gives him another shake, concerned. "Up, Nozah!..."
((It's like a dumber version of Goro from Mortal Kombat!))
