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[indefeasible]

So, it was dark in this neighbourhood. Saw a light above a door.

Motion-sensing.

What do most people do to set those things off?

They clap.

What did I do?

To whoever owns the house I just blew the front out of, if anyone owns that dump at all, I'm really sorry.

But at least you won't have to mow the lawn for a couple of weeks.

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[effluviums]

Stop clapping your hands.

[guess who's amused.]

[indefeasible]

Yeah, well, easier said than done, isn't it?

[Guess who's not ;P]

[screamfiesta]

Baby, are you some kind of seal? You're supposed to just wave your hand. I wonder if that simmers things down a bit. Maybe you can put 'em out, chickpea.

But damn. If that bitch has got a lawn in Tokyo, she sure as hell don't deserve it. I'm glad you got rid of it.

[indefeasible]

Where I come from, we clap. Must be something about prep. Takes you all the way back to "Pop Goes the Weasel".

Fuck, I hated that song.

Well, if that bitch is missing a lawn, she's probably also missing half the house.

[screamfiesta]

I don't have the slightest clue of what you're talking about, freddy. But don't sing it. You might set the atmosphere on fire, and we don't want any of that pretty stuff just yet.

The bitch is gonna be missing her fingers in an instant if she makes trouble about it on your blowtorch. Tell her she didn't need all that space, and tell her Mama's gonna get her like the boogeyman if she keeps up ♥

[indefeasible]

Don't tempt me.

More fun than playing rockabilly on oil drums in the cane-fields. Watch the lightning lick it and see how far it burns.

Boogeymen went out of style when the lights came on, baby.