Suddenly, one of the men cried out in painA sharp blade protuded from the bag, quivering. AS the crying continued, the blade suddenly danced into action.
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Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob,
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'You fucking little bitch'Snarled Kaspar, curling his top lip. He strode over to the bag and launched his para boot-clad size 13 foot into it with such ferocity that the wet thump that followed was hardly suprising. Again and again he kicked, muttering in Russian and never breaking a sweat.
He turned.
'Shall we continue? Men, another one of our guests will be needed.'
edit: right, I'm back off to work.
(He turned.
'Shall we continue? Men, another one of our guests will be needed.'
edit: right, I'm back off to work.
Captain Wow currently being a cunt in Infamous,
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