Tommy Vercetti holds his gun in one hand, and his intestines in the other.
He is slumped in the back of an abandoned taxi cab, watching his blood ooze across the battered black vinyl and seep into the old yellow foam of the upholstery, staining it a strange orange.
He got the cheap hood- the other cheap hood, let's be honest- that gutted him. He'
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I am thoroughly and completely impressed.
Wow.
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Thanks. A whole, whole lot.
There'll be more. Whenever I can get near a computer.
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Tere misses Death dreadfully...
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(Not that I don't love this 'un, but... you know... Never can have too many OTP-type icons.)
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*hears the faint sound of wings*]
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Um, that was me. Constantine does not glomp. Nor does he waaaah.
He misses you too, tho.
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