Ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff.

[starfoozle]

I just spent the past 20 minutes trying to glue fourteen pairs of legs back onto a dead centipede for my Zoo project.

What is this --

I don't even --

GODDAMN FUCKING CENTIPEDES --

I give up.

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[starfoozle]

If I were there, I would kill them for you without mercy. I'd kill them all. And not just the men. But the women. And the children. THEY'RE ANIMALS, PADME. AND I SLAUGHTERED THEM -- /FUBAR!kin

Ahem. I mean, I could take cae of that for you. If there's one thing this project's done, it's turned me into a cold-blooded, (mostly) remorseless killer of arthropods. *twitch*

[starfoozle]

You're quite welcome. *theatrical bow*

I certainly would if I got the chance! :D (Emily is quite correct. There are few things more monsterous than centipedes, especialy when they invade your personal space. *shudders violently*)

[lostsailors]

HAAAAAAAAAAAA, what sort of project is this?