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Post by Lord Maekar Tyrell on Jun 8, 2015 14:11:52 GMT -5
Allard laughed,"How are they going to gut six armed men, in a place that has one opening? They'd need to out number us ten to one and have those numbers in the next day."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jun 8, 2015 19:17:37 GMT -5
The dealer just smiles. "Best begin, then. Twenty four hours is a loong time."
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Post by Lord Maekar Tyrell on Jun 8, 2015 22:52:05 GMT -5
He looks to one of his men and nods his head towards the prisoner,"Stuff one of your socks or loinclothes in his mouth, I'm tired of his company."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jun 9, 2015 10:15:33 GMT -5
A sock it is. The dealer is chuckling through the gag. his clothes start to smell distinctly like smoke.
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Post by Lord Maekar Tyrell on Jun 9, 2015 12:58:25 GMT -5
Allard looks at the man oddly,"Keep up whatever bullshit you're attempting and we'll shove you in a tub."
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