*Grabs a large tome and starts dusting it off.*
"Finally, a time to share Compromising Positions of Various Patrons, volume 1!!"
*Hears a very faint "Nooooooooo...." in the distance, growing all the louder.*
"Goddamn it, wish somebody would shut him up, he's probably not one of the worst patrons we had in a compromising position. Though I have to admit, we've had some pretty damn funny ones lately."
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Just as the Scorpion hunts...
Silently Lurking...
"Nothing is True. Everything is Permitted." ~ Ezio Auditore de Firenze
"Please, you control flimsy undead, I can call upon the demons of hell themselves. Not filthy imps either. All demons I summon, come to my call because they know that I can kill them with but a thought."
"I'll let your flimsy dead finish the task."
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Just as the Scorpion hunts...
Silently Lurking...
"Nothing is True. Everything is Permitted." ~ Ezio Auditore de Firenze
*Comes out of the bathroom.*
"Do not go in there, under order of execution by deadly toilet odors."
*Notices remnants of door and the hinges still on the wall.*
"Looks like we're gonna need a new door to put on those hinges. Didn't realize how old the door was."
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Just as the Scorpion hunts...
Silently Lurking...
"Nothing is True. Everything is Permitted." ~ Ezio Auditore de Firenze
In a voice with really stuffed up nose "God does it suck to have an annoying cold that is just not letting me breathe right, and that is all it's doing, fucking virus. It's less trying to actually kill the host and more trying to piss the host the fuck off."
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Just as the Scorpion hunts...
Silently Lurking...
"Nothing is True. Everything is Permitted." ~ Ezio Auditore de Firenze
Nektu = Chef
Chef = Food Slinger
Food = Grub
Therefore, Nektu = Grub Slinger.
Simple math. Hope your head doesn't hurt besides the migraine you have from that blade in your head.
"Now pay Mr. Grubslinger there."
"Finally, a time to share Compromising Positions of Various Patrons, volume 1!!"
*Hears a very faint "Nooooooooo...." in the distance, growing all the louder.*
"Goddamn it, wish somebody would shut him up, he's probably not one of the worst patrons we had in a compromising position. Though I have to admit, we've had some pretty damn funny ones lately."
"I'll let your flimsy dead finish the task."
"Do not go in there, under order of execution by deadly toilet odors."
*Notices remnants of door and the hinges still on the wall.*
"Looks like we're gonna need a new door to put on those hinges. Didn't realize how old the door was."
"Fuck yes, I can breathe now!!"
*Points at the stove/grill which has a large tea pot on it.*