Jul 11, 2007 15:51
F- Goddamnit-
I want every god-fearing, mother-lovin' Irishman on the corner of Pearson's come nightfall and I mean it!
Every last one of you rats, I want you there and I want you armed.
Like hell I'm lettin' that dirty capo get away with sending his boys my way.
You'll be there, or you answer to me.
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[ooc; Not effected and wtfing at everyone and their weird lingo~]
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Hyuuu~don’t take any wooden nickels, eh boss? I’m gettin’ dolled up just for the occasion t’night~got a couple’a darts, a puppy, an’ those knives I’ve been tellin’ you ‘bout. Ducky, ne?
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