[nr. Pimp Cabin]

[whothehelldoyou]

[From the Pimp Cabin, there is a slow, rhythmic bonk... bonk... bonk... noise. Then, in a shower of glass, a window bursts open and the triumphant cry goes up:]

--yes! Fuckin' freedom, I-- SHIT

[and then a grapehippo arcs not-so-gracefully to the ground from the vicinity of Kamina's broken window, trailing drool, and lands in some bushes]

Comments

[whothehelldowe]

. . .

[whothehelldowe]

What.

[whothehelldoyou]

... tch. Aa, aa.

[WE DUNNO]

[whothehelldowe]

...

[k landing on you now]

I'm hungry.

[whothehelldoyou]

[sigh :| starts waddling]

--might take, eehhh... coupla hours.

[whothehelldowe]

Not necessarily.

[BITES 8D]

[whothehelldoyou]

[ACKPHBbbttbtb okay fine ... trying to run. WADDLING FASTER]

[whothehelldowe]

[o-okay actually laughing]

It's fine, I can go find something myself.

[whothehelldoyou]

Aa, aa, aa. Yer up there now. 'sides, yer bit me inta it.