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[notsaul]

[By night, the werewolf works...

HAHA, not so much, it's, like, mid-afternoon and Annie is all up on your shit, putting up this beautifully hand-drawn poster on every available and unavailable surface. Walls. Doors. The slower-moving elderly. Everything. They are all her billboard bitches now.

Catch her in the act. Catch her after the act. Catch her

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[sosghosts]

[He's been seeing walls of them as he moseys down the street. And there she is...]

Huh. Discreet.

[notsaul]

Thanks, I drew it myself. [small words with her, man]

[sosghosts]

[Discreet is a big word? Have an eyebrow raise.]

Is this really what kids are doing these days?

[notsaul]

[Two syllables is really pushing it sometimes.]

Hey, fuck you, I'm not a kid! The town said so!

[sosghosts]

That doesn't mean anything. My friend Ray is 35 and still acts like a child.

[notsaul]

Well, I totally act like an adult, so. Shows how much you know. [paragon of maturity here]

[sosghosts]

So this is an adult thing, then.

[notsaul]

Did you all miss the penises? They're pretty obvious. Of course it's an adult thing.

[sosghosts]

Oh of course... how stupid can I get? An abundance of penises automatically make that adult.

[notsaul]

And tentacles. We don't judge at PervFest.

[sosghosts]

I wasn't aware the tentacle was a sexual organ.

[notsaul]

Dude, you obviously haven't been here long!

[sosghosts]

Obviously.

[notsaul]

This thing is really important, though. It's, like, the perfect way to get Crybaby and Ghostloser to stop being losers and just make out already!

[sosghosts]

...Crybaby and Ghostloser?

[notsaul]

Oh, right. They have names...

Um... Daniel... and that tall asshole with the glasses. Eragon. Whatever.