Whaddaya mean ya don’t know her? We used ta see Vadgalina all da time! We was her best customahs! >B
Dunno what d’a fuck ‘joo talkin’ ‘bout. <w<
Do too! Remembah da time she let us eat cake offa her ass?
Fuck no; ‘cause it never happened!
Stop tryin’ t’ get me in trouble maaaan! I’ll dip’joo
again!Stop? What is dat? Some kinda Spanish woid? Didn’t she eat if off ya deck too?
*Whacks him with a bat*
Oops?
Whaddaya mean ya don’t know her? We used ta see Vadgalina all da time! We was her best customahs! >B
Dunno what d’a fuck ‘joo talkin’ ‘bout. <w<
Do too! Remembah da time she let us eat cake offa her ass?
Fuck no; ‘cause it never happened!
Stop tryin’ t’ get me in trouble maaaan! I’ll dip’joo again!
Whaddaya mean ya don’t know her? We used ta see Vadgalina all da time! We was her best customahs! >B
Dunno what d’a fuck ‘joo talkin’ ‘bout. <w<
Foxy stared down at the pieces of the broken bat and then back up at the Mexican weasel. He was feeling pretty annoyed as well as emasculated. Not that he was ungrateful for the help but ever since the run-in with the anon, he’d been determined to get his guts back. What was he? A damsel in distress?
“Y’know, I coulda done that!” the Southerner hissed, free from the dumber weasel’s hold. He lowered the gun, kicking one half of the bat out of the way. It hit the now unconscious Stupid with a small thud.
“I almost had him, I know I did!” he insisted.
Stupid rubbed his head head. “Wha, happend? I feel like I just got hit by a garbage truck!” He could not remember a thing, he did not even know how he had gotten to this location.
Greasy growled, glaring down at Stupid- not buying his story for a minute. The Mexican weasel knew he hadn’t hit Stupid that hard! …Right? He paid no mind to Foxy’s words- knowing why he spewed them.
“What d’a hell did ‘jou d’ink ‘jou were doin’!?” Greasy grabbed Stupid’s shirt collar and hoisted him up, slamming the other weasel against the nearest wall.
The fox screeched, feeling Stupid’s arms close around in him in a suffocating hug. He tightened his grip on the gun and sank his teeth into the weasel’s wrist in an attempt to pry him off. He was not going to let this idiot have his way.
*WHACK!*
A heavy bat smashed against Stupid’s head, breaking in half from the force of impact as it smashed against the dim-witted weasel. As if that wasn’t bad enough? The Mexican weasel used the half which he still held in his hands to strike Stupid again before giving his old partner a swift kick to the ribs- all just to free Foxy.
“Hmph!” Greasy growled, lips curling back to reveal razor sharp, yellow fangs. “D’as what’jou call bein’ on ‘jour game, Foxy?”
MADONNA: VIDEOGRAPHY - THE PAST & THE PRESENT - #6 ‘MATERIAL GIRL’ (1985)
Onceler’s theme song. :B
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I FORGOT YOU FOLLOWED ME ON HERE, TOO!
X’D
LOL
You forgot me?
-dramatic sob-
I kid, I kid. XD
Of course I followed you on here~
NO!
Dude, you wouldn’t be subjecting me to anything.
One of my characters (in an rp with my girl) is a dominatrix.
I’m into that crap. xD -obviously not actually meaning that it’s crap-
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I’ll need to tell Eamelie to send it to you, then. xD
