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Darque turns round to get the shock of his life...
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| Don't you fecking sweet talk me, Bullet Head...I KNOW what you were up to! | |
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| (Shite & Bollocks!) Erm, I mean...hello sister-in-law dearest! | |
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Looks like Darque's deal with the Big D is off...
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| (WIDS...NOOOOO!) #############(Oooh YESSS, DARQUEEE-WARQUEEE!) | |
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| Thank CHRIST! She's leaving ME alone. (Just managed to crawl out of that steamer - luckily she forgot I like it hot!) | |
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Wids finds her dinner on the loose and running for the hills...
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| So...you want some more and all, do you? | |
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| (Shite & Bollocks!) Run aw-aaaaay!!! (Darque - you can KEEP them!) | |
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