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DexX
What the Cat Dragged In
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My first serious attempt to create a new character...
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| Frank, here's the dessert for table seven... where are you going? | |
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| Why did you take a bowl into the toilets? Come on - table seven, dessert... | |
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| Your chocolate mousse. sir. | |
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| About god-damned time, too... | |
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| Sir, I am dreadfully sorry that your... _mousse_ was not up to our usual standards of quality. | |
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| You will not be charged for that item, and I would like to offer you a slice of apple pie, compliments of the house. Would you like cream on it? | |
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| *fap fap fap fap* Won't be long, sir! | |
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| I am sorry about the apple pie, sir. You will not be charged for any of tonight's meal. Please, though, have a chocolate mint. | |
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| The men's toilets are in a terrible state. It looks like someone has been beating shit with a spoon in there... | |
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Approximately forty seconds later...
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| Uh... Waiter! The toilets! Where are the toilets? I n-need them right NOW! | |
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| I'm dreadfully sorry, sir, but the toilets are closed for cleaning for the next... well, fifteen minutes at least... | |
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I like this guy. I will probably add to the series if I get more ideas.
--- This signature has performed an illegal operation and has been shut down.
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