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[neon_anthrax]

SO. We're thinking about getting the old KO back on the road to full, unadulturated, pulsing stardom... Actually, fuck that, we're going to build ourselves a new road, because the other is so fucking ugly. Like a road-traffic accident. Innocent until proven guilty.

Me and Ults are wanting a place to perform the new musical utopia. One of you is

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[hangmanhelper]

you guys are popular an shit, yeah?

[neon_anthrax]

More than Christmas, dimples.

[hangmanhelper]

you can play at my club if you're hot. I think lesbians are pretty much always hot if they've got hair past their shoulders and they don't wear plaid, and even if you do you could probably just rub up against each other a bit?

Bring all your hot friends.

[neon_anthrax]

Oh, we're hot. Pity you're fucking not.

Maybe when we're dead, yeah? Or you. I'm easy.

[ultra_ebola]

Oit, bright lightning - we moving back into the flat or what? Sick to fuck of staying here with the randy Mexicans, and the gorilla keeps staring at my fucking tits. He's liable to jump me at any minute, and not sure how the blue transvestite would take it if I shivved him in his arse.

Police already picked me up for the Ashcroft thing, but I was with you at the time. This time I have an alibi that's actually true. Don't spose you nipped out when I wasn't watching? It'd be the most perfect fucking present if you did.

Get the lad Jones round ours, we'll pulverise his ears til he can't think no more. Thinking's the problem.

I'm gonna go talk to that guy at the Black Spider, see if we can't brighten his outlook. Borrowed your blades.

[neon_anthrax]

Keep your bloody tits on! Yeah, we'll do that today, yeah?

That knobbing gorilla is just a letchy dick-spleen, pay no attention, pretty. If he tries anything, I've got a couple of shit-hot steak knives for his furry flapjack.

It's totally cocking ridiculous! Don't they know us by know? Don't they KNOW that if either of us had done it, we'd have bloody TOLD them. I'm no coward, and they can't touch me.

Sorry, sugarcane, but I was off my face on electric-gin, couldn't have nipped nothing.

Jones is tricky though, eh? Just so fucking sensitive... Didn't even want us to butcher that kid that time.

Dunno if he even knows. You know how thick he is.

Tell him it'll give him the first orgasm he's had since his wife moved in.

[ultra_ebola]

Would've got boxes but I didn't bring anything that big. Reckon the threat of a stabbing will have kept the five-fingerers out of KOHQ?

I said that, didn't I? You know they don't listen to us no more, which is good because I can tell them that I TOTALLY FUCKING TURNED OVER THE OFF-LICENSE ON MARPLE STREET AND I STABBED THAT EMO FUCK BEHIND THE DESK TOO. Stick that in your unsolveds.

He should probably move in with us for a bit. Electro would help, I reckon. Electro and some of those little white pills. I swiped a handful of whatever off've boy blue, we could slip em in a mug of tea.

Mold at the Black Spider says he can't handle the extra security we'd need. Said we could take care of ourselves, he said it was for the audience. Couldn't shift him, even tried that trick with the lollipop where I keep crossing my legs. No go.

Worse comes to worst, we'll play in the fucking street. On a rooftop. Worked for those Liverpudlian wankers, didn't it?

[neon_anthrax]

You kidding me? People don't even walk down our street anymore, let alone try and step the thresh, yeah? Your shit is safe.

That Marple Street wank-job has been needing something doing to his pale face for ages - cocking sick of him looking so miserable in his big baggy hoodie. Enough to make you retch your best. You did good, girl. You did fucking good.

I say we kidnap him. Little lost soldier needs to come home to the blighties... They used to stick them on speed, too. History repeats, and so does breakfast.

Yeah. Let's dose him.

Mold's a fucking tit-wick. And he's not seen my lipstick trick, yet. We'll get him.

Roof it is, then. It was my idea in the fucking first place, anyway. Those rat-bastards just stole it. I let slip to the lanky one with the jug ears one night... did I see any fucking credit? Did I shite.

By the by, lover... "Run for your life"? Written about yours spunking truly.

[house_of_jones]

I don't understand.

[neon_anthrax]

Use your bonce, for once in your sorry life. It's all over the place. Surely you can't have missed it?

Look, Jones... I'm... sorry, alright? Not for him - at all - but for you. You need to get wankered and up with them beats, you know where the slits are at.

[house_of_jones]

Why are you being so nice to me? This is weird: I don't like it.

[neon_anthrax]

Your Dan. He's.... you know, dead and that.

[anthrax_neon]

If you're digging up corpses, I'd happily provide an extra pair of hands. If we get enough goat entrails together, we could make him dance again.

[house_of_jones]

Don't you fucking dare. I'll rip your fangs out.

[anthrax_neon]

Sweet talker.

[neon_anthrax]

Back off, goldilocks, before you get a fistful of sunshine right where it don't shine.