Graham ◊ 001
Just look at all the pieces.. Look at all the blood! I did it again, Big Bro!
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DAMN, HE'S GONNA BE PROUD !!
But really now, did you have to bleed on my shoes? THAT WASN'T VERY NICE! I didn't get that stuff on your shoes - I mean, not my own blood, that'd just be stupid - You got your own blood on your own shoes for bleeding so much. IT'S YOUR OWN FAULT.
Blood sounds funny if you say it over and over. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Bloo-- NOW I'M GETTING DISTRACTED. I BLAME YOU.
[ Some poor defenceless (and unimportant) civilian had the bad luck to run into Graham, quite literally. Instead of apologizing.. Well, you don't need to know the details. Graham's now standing the scene furiously trying wipe the blood from his shoes.
Oh. And he's in Sector Two. ]
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DAMN, HE'S GONNA BE PROUD !!
But really now, did you have to bleed on my shoes? THAT WASN'T VERY NICE! I didn't get that stuff on your shoes - I mean, not my own blood, that'd just be stupid - You got your own blood on your own shoes for bleeding so much. IT'S YOUR OWN FAULT.
Blood sounds funny if you say it over and over. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Bloo-- NOW I'M GETTING DISTRACTED. I BLAME YOU.
[ Some poor defenceless (and unimportant) civilian had the bad luck to run into Graham, quite literally. Instead of apologizing.. Well, you don't need to know the details. Graham's now standing the scene furiously trying wipe the blood from his shoes.
Oh. And he's in Sector Two. ]