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[blind_memories]

[grumbling as he shoves the dead Tribbles that infested the apartment into a sack]

Stupid fucking fuzzy assholes.

Achoo!

[sniffles and feels around for another to shove in the bag. They aren't hard to find at least, which is good since he's shivering a good bit]

[ooc:front door is open, so feel free to help. Or point and laugh, either way]

Comments

[wing_leader]

... I told her to not to leave it in here.

-=Shit.=-

-=He starts shearing off the hair the tribbles and chucking the skin bags in a sack.=-

[blind_memories]

Yeah, I guess she wanted a pet. I thought it would be a good idea to let one sleep in my bed and nearly got smothered.

At least we won't have to worry about meat for awhile.

[wing_leader]

We're not using this meat. -=Blech. Dying from... whatever=-

And I could only smoke so much at one time.

[blind_memories]

So what do you think we should do with them?

[wing_leader]

Burn it or over the wall. Let the Zombies have 'em.

[blind_memories]

I think I'll go with over the wall, the last time they burnt dead things my nose was clogged with the stink for days.

[wing_leader]

Better than the rot here forever?

[blind_memories]

True, but that doesn't make it smell any better.