Dec 05, 2006 00:11
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You know. There's a part of me that sorta wants to ask why my pants aren't fitting any more, why I've been gettin' weird cravings and swollen ankles and the whole nine yards. X-5 genetics do not just up and crap out on me like this.
... So here's the deal.
Have I been impregnated by a hotel?
003,
day five
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So I hear they lock us in the rooms at night? Ha, like to see 'em try. Robots ain't got nothing on me.
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Well it's nice to know that the hotel didn't go after me for my good looks and rockin' bod, I guess.
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'Good looks an' rocken' bod,' huh? Well, I guess ya never know...
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So, gotta ask. There any way to bust out of this joint?
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