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Post by Dante Fuilteach on Oct 23, 2007 0:48:38 GMT
Dear Mongrel,
It's painfully clear whose side you've chosen.
And I've chosen a word for you - WHIPPED.
I took the liberty of calling the pest control people to sort out that dreadul Tink, oh sorry, Tick problem you have. It seems to be constantly attached to your person. Were you rolling around in the woods to catch something like that?
Anyway, the pest control gents say they will lay poison and traps. Hopefully you won't need the special anti-Tick powder, but if you do, I suggest you pour it on LIBERALLY.
By the way, I couldn't help overhearing you calling me a "queer ass mother *BEEP*".
Hitting below the belt, aren't we? Or do you resort to such vile words because you feel uncomfortable about your own sexuality?
Either way, it matters not.
I'm sure you'll be pleased knowing that you've chosen some cheap little parasite with wings over your alleged BFF and someone who had come to respect you as a friend.
D.
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Post by kristofshadows on Oct 24, 2007 21:57:16 GMT
**Spots the note as he walks in and sighs**
**Reads it, furry rising inside him**
Hm...I need t go to the bathroom.....**Smirks down at the note and steps out with the letter in hand, whistling**
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