More of these fuckin' rat things? Hit...I dunno...four, maybe five? on my way in. Someone wanna put Michael on a roof somewhere so he can play fuckin' target practice?

If this shit keeps up, I'm gonna need somethin' more than just a damn hammer.

Show yourself you piece of shit! YOU! The one that's killin' people! FUCKING SHOW YOURSELF!

[ooc: Anyone who happens in the vacinity of the Lux will find a sizable but shallow crater in the street, about six feet across. ]

[ He sounds quite out of breath. And, at first, seems to be talking to himself. ]

How the fuck did that thing get in here?

[ A sudden burst of verbal rage followed by a sickening wet thud. He settles down and talks directly into the communicator, still yelling a little. ]I just got in to work and found one of those fuckin' rat things tryin' to ( Read more... )

[ Deathly serious voice. ]

If anyone touches my underwear, comes near me with the intention of touching my underwear, implies that I have had any involvement in any sick kinky shit, implies that I have had thoughts or dreams of being involved in sick kinky shit or implies I feel anything other than pure burning hatred to a certain so-called angel ( Read more... )