Jun 06, 2009 23:03
[There's the sound of an explosion, some gunfire, and what might be howling dying...things. You can hear a gruff chuckle.]
You can't con a con man, motherfucker.
[OOC: Cursed, you betcha. Been out blowing up the ahem, demon cops that killed his family, his partner, and his dog.]
not playing games anymore,
reasons to hunt,
cursed,
what now?,
good old bobby
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I know they're yer buddies, but they ain't really them any more. We gotta take 'em out. Before they do ta anyone else what they did ta me.
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Bobby, I think you should sit down. Before you hurt yourself.
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You git that kid brother o'yours somewhere safe?
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You are so friggin' cursed.
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That ends now. Git yer family an' get somewhere safe.
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Well go out when this is done. Drink a toast to yer old man - he was a good cop, good man.
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Don't die.
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