( Am on ur flists, savin ur spaces w/ cuts. )

The cold is gone.

Hate the fuckin cold. Two days of getting pelted by snow at every turn.

Miss Leeloo's paid her due in hot tea and chocolate. You've yet to pay for your crimes.

I'll see you hanged, bastard.

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Righ', well...
Curses, they say. They all so bloody stupid?

On'y sound canons should make's the loud, explodin' sort. Should not be carryin' on conversations.

No' even good conversations, neither.

The hell...?

Mother uh Jesus, we figured tha' meat'd gone bad, but bloomin' Christ. I'm seein' things.
Except it's more tha' I'm actu'ly sittin'... somewhere where I weren't sittin' afore.

If this's some kinda' joke, it ain' funny... Fuck, this don' even look like nowhere I ever seen, and I seen plenty.

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