Mar 19, 2010 16:26
Puttin' out a request for a sparring partner, preferably humanoid, under six feet.
That don't apply t'you, I've still got a question; what floor's your room on, and are any of your buddies from home on it with ya? It seems, more often than not, the Captain likes to t'put us in groups.
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As fer th' sparrin'? Fightin' ain't my thing, Sweetheart.
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I think ya' just want an excuse to kick my ass.
[Or kill him.]
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[He hasn't introduced himself to this one yet. It's about time, now that he and Razer have gotten this Jak business out of the way.]
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I knew you were too busy skulking underground like a slum-rat to go for a spar with me.
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[She has no idea how tall Torn is. It's just your typical pre-canned-taunt.
What did Master Oogway say about avoiding conflict again?]
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I'm human. I'm short. You got any other rules?
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Get yer ass to the gym. We'll see if we can't have some fun.
[...he really doesn't have a soft spot for brats. Shut up.]
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