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x5. Huh.
It just figures that all the supposed dead've got their tickers tockin' again save for me, doesn't it.
Ah well. Mortality's overrated anyway. -
x4. Ow.
Ain't drunk, but I've got a real bitch of a headache.
Liked the fireworks, hated the parade. Thought I was bloody hallucinatin' for a moment there. But the fireworks-- ahh, that was real classy. What better way is there to say "Sorry you poor sods but there was no Apocalypse, we wankers just like playin' April Fool's four months in advance" than a ( Read more... ) -
x3. Another one?
I don't know how you other lot can stand that tickin' noise, I honestly bleedin' don't. Almost worse than a soul, that thing is. Just tick, tick, tick, over 'n' over. It's enough to drive a bloke mad-- and I should know. I've been there ( Read more... ) -
x2. This is that damned curse thing, innit.
What the bloody--
I was just in--
But it's all--
And now I'm--
Where the hell am I, why the hell'm I on a boat, and can people please stop opening the bloody hold door so wide.
Or... at least knock before bargin' in. It's only common bloody decency, y'know.
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x1. Oh, balls.
Well, isn't this a laugh and a bit. First I'm in an alleyway with Angel and Blue fighting off bloody Spyro, then I get whisked away to... wherever the hell this is ( Read more... )