John turned around and grabbed the cloth, making his second loincloth of the night. He stood there, holding the meelee pipe, two ray guns dangling from his neck, and strangly dignified, as only a teenager who kicked ass and is more graygreen than fleshtoned can be. "Thanks!" he said, with a sideways grin. "Same time next week?"
Re: Escape!
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Date: 2007-03-05 04:30 am (UTC)Good thing Sparky's didn't require a key.