Come to me, Ladies of Iwaku and join the Girl's Club!

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*Archetype leaps at WMD and swipes hir claw at him, taking the chestplate off.*

Mmm... Just like lobster...
 
*Moans at the sight*
 
Run, old boy.

Not that it'll do much good, but it'll give you something productive to do in the last few second of your life.

Plus Archetype gets to play with it's food, and we get something to watch. Everyone's happy.

*Sits in the deck-chair drinking from a new whisky bottle*
 
*Steals Grumpy's whiskey and chugs it down before belching in his face*

GO ARCHETYPE!

Where's your daughters, anyways?
 
Tempting to turn the whisky into acid, TK, but I don't think Archetype would appreciate that, and I like the body I got the now.

...But could you stop stealing mah whisky?
 
NO! NEVER! WHY WOULD I STOP?!
 
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