It was pretty much like every other day in Mordhaus. The roadies were dying unsightly deaths, the band had gotten out of practice and went to do whatever it is they did on their free time, and as such, Toki was off building his model airplanes.
To be quite honest, however, he'd been rather edgy as of late. Short tempered and snappish at anyone who
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Skwisgaar's ass? Meet the hall's floor.
There was more hissing and more stomping, the fire spewing forth from the flame thrower putting the new black velvet curtains up in smoke before Toki could even blink.
He didn't want to hurt the Swede, he just wanted him to go away.
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Maturity of a six year old between them, swear to Christ.
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"I hates everythings! I HATES IT ALL."
Toki stomped back towards the prep room, where he was going to get another flame thrower.
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Ah-HA! Out of gas! finally.
Not that Skwisgaar really had a plan besides shooing the roadies out, making sure they took the flamethrower with them, and locking the door behind them.
He arched a brow, leaning against the door, stubborn as ever, "What's is you thinkings on does abouts dat now Tokis?"
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This wasn't a happy Toki. This was a very, very ANGRY Toki. "Before I turns you into a hankburger patty withs my spikes."
BIG WORDS! SMALL MAN!
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