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Post by God Mike on Apr 21, 2011 2:30:53 GMT -7
"Son, America's been dead for three fuckin' years now! I don't care about mocking, that was probably Librarian's idea, but remember that we have officers everywhere. If you make a wrong move - hell, if you even sneeze funny,we'll have a fifty cal so far up your ass so fast that you'll be coughin' up liquid fuckin' metal! Capire?!"
Mike curled his lip at the radio and hissed like a cat. "You can fucking try," he hissed, without holding down the 'talk' button, since, contrary to popular belief, he actually valued his life. He just forgot about it whenever he saw something shiny.
Pressing the 'talk' button, he snorted. Then, he blew a raspberry into the radio and put it away. Alright, he'd play by this Warlock fucker's rules for now. But that was mostly because he was starting to get dizzy from bloodloss.
"Hey, Joe..." he said, humming. "I think you're gonna have to grab some needle and thread..."
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Post by Generalfoley on Apr 21, 2011 2:35:14 GMT -7
"There's a lot of things I'd do, Mike." Joe said, before looking up at EC's gates.
"But there's no way in hell that I'm going anywhere near your ass." Joe unbuttoned his holsters. Customary habit, he assured himself.
But even then, there was doubt, an uneasy feeling.
Although, even with Mike bleeding out, he'd have to get a medic. Joe looked over at Mike briefly before he turned his attention back to the road.
"When we get back to the bunker, you're cleaning out the blood."
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