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Oh, dear, dear, dear, dear, dear Alphonse.
What. Am. I. Going. To. Do. With. You?
Alphonse. Alphonse. Alphonse. Alphonse.
You left me so sore. And wanting -- sweet child, that is just not right to do to a man! Maybe I should break your jaw, this time. Sprinkle a bit of salt into the wounds
And you...! Two-bit vigilantes just out of their diapers can come up with better titles than you can! "The Wind of Death!" Ha! Where's the style, Dark Slayer? Where's the panache? We're going to be doing this dance for a very, very, very long time, friend; the least you can do is try to be original...!
Now whom am I forgetting?
Ah, yes--
--Oh, and Angel who is not? Michael is all I have to say to you.
[ OOC: Links are there ICly, Strikes are not; Michael translates to: "Who is Like God?" ]
What. Am. I. Going. To. Do. With. You?
Alphonse. Alphonse. Alphonse. Alphonse.
You left me so sore. And wanting -- sweet child, that is just not right to do to a man! Maybe I should break your jaw, this time. Sprinkle a bit of salt into the wounds
And you...! Two-bit vigilantes just out of their diapers can come up with better titles than you can! "The Wind of Death!" Ha! Where's the style, Dark Slayer? Where's the panache? We're going to be doing this dance for a very, very, very long time, friend; the least you can do is try to be original...!
Now whom am I forgetting?
Ah, yes--
--Oh, and Angel who is not? Michael is all I have to say to you.
[ OOC: Links are there ICly, Strikes are not; Michael translates to: "Who is Like God?" ]