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[iforkyou]

[his handwriting is angular, bordering on sloppy, it's obviously that he's writing quickly and with very little care.]Took two days for that goop to fully wash out

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[iforkyou]

I was waiting for a Smee to show up.

[iforkyou]

Stripey shirt, really stupid-sounding voice, everyone thinks he should be thrown to the goddamn crocodile already? That Smee.

[iforkyou]

Do you always write out your verbal sound effects?
Che. Che. Che. I guess you're one of them, huh?

[iforkyou]

You don't know Peter Pan. Not cool enough to fight me, sorry.

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That's what I said.

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Peter Pan - it's a kind of liquor. Nearly ninety-five percent alcohol, solid green in color. Tastes like a mouthful of grass.

[iforkyou]

Unfortunately, I was. Nearly died, was holed up in the shitty hospital for almost six months. Almost had to have my kidney and my liver and my large intestines and my left eye removed. My mama threw herself out of the window in grief.

[iforkyou]

Drake and Throne, they gave me a whole fucking bushel of those convenient little memory crystals, soon as I was born! You poor thing, they didn't give you any?