Joining in.

[deadshooter.livejournal.com]

IT'S A PARTY OUT HERE

[ Wilson's shooting shit. Like Heartless' and random sorceresses. Maybe even a few people, but it's an accident. Really.

Fuck, you just clicked the switch to 'more insane than usual'. ]

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[deadshooter.livejournal.com]

Chimichanga.

[ Ahem. ]

Chimichanga Chimichanga Chimichanga Chimichanga Chimichanga Chimichanga.

I'm hungry. Can you blame a hungry fellow? I don't wanna live on Russel the Dinosaur again like they wrote that story book. He tasted like blubber.

[transientingly.livejournal.com]

Sure...

[edging away now]

[deadshooter.livejournal.com]

[ Smacks the button on his teleporter belt, and he appears right behind Riku. ]

I'll give ya five minutes!

[ A pause. He rubs his chin. ]

That reminds me. I owe Weasel a stab for eating my Cheetos.

[transientingly.livejournal.com]

[ffff, gives him a glare over her shoulder]

Go bother him then. Leave me alone.

[deadshooter.livejournal.com]

He ain't here, and you act like as if you don't like my guns!

[ SHRUUUG. ]

What can I say? You bothered me.

[transientingly.livejournal.com]

They wouldn't bother me so much if you pointed them at the fucking weird monster things and not people.

[deadshooter.livejournal.com]

I've dealt with Death -- she's a hottie -- here ya go.

[ Shoves a box of explosives on him. All lit. Where he got it? Idk he's a Wilson. ]

Again with the leet, just because it pisses other people off: ttyl.

[ He smacks his teleporter and disappears. ]