306;

[thunderwitch]

So, then.

City.

It seems we're stuck with each other, aren't we. You could have selected better fellows to stick me with.

However, the other company. At least you allow me to finish my business. How disgustingly generous of you. Though, I do appreciate the potential.

No dying however. I'll need to test that one for myself. And not on me

Comments

[justweaktrash]

Coming from Trash.

[thunderwitch]

Says the tub of lard barely clinging to his seat at the table.

[justweaktrash]

Least I got a seat. What number are you at again now? Forgot.

[thunderwitch]

... 105th.

[justweaktrash]

Not even double digits. Even more pathetic than trash.

[thunderwitch]

You know as well as I that those Numeros don't have shit on me.

[justweaktrash]

Women. Only good for bitchin'.

[thunderwitch]

Like you'd know~

[justweaktrash]

Know enough. All you do is bitch and whine and complain.

[thunderwitch]

Maybe it's the company.

[justweaktrash]

All you 100's do it? Glad I ain't in your position.

[thunderwitch]

Talking about you, dipshit.

[justweaktrash]

Yak-yak. All you do is yak away. Boring. No wonder you're nothing now.

[thunderwitch]

Better still than you, at least.

[justweaktrash]

In your fucked up head. 'fraid numbers speak for themselves.

[thunderwitch]

Not in my case.

Watch your fucking back. If you can even turn your head, Espada.