... yeah, screw it.
I'm burning a ridiculous number of CDs to fill the last order for today, so have some time on my hands.
Spark me, people!
I make no promises as to what you'll get in response. :)
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35 sparks, split as:
( Deaths: 8 )
Spark me, people!
I make no promises as to what you'll get in response. :)
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35 sparks, split as:
( Deaths: 8 )
Samuil paused, blinked at the screen, trying to remember his train of thought, then gave up. "What?"
"My last good shirt has died a soldier's death and I've got a meeting in twenty," Luke replied as he came into Samuil's office, dressed in a pair of charcoal slacks, good shoes and a white undershirt. A pale buttondown was dangling from his left hand, and from the looks of things one of the sleeves had come off entirely.
Smauil considered asking what on earth his boss had done to destroy his shirt so badly, but went with "There's a three-pack of monochromes in the hall closet on the top shelf. I think you stashed them there a while ago."
Luke blinked. "Really? Well, that'd be useful."
And disappeared.
A crow of discovery echoed down the hallway not long after.
"Thanks, Samuil!"
"Lock the door after you when you leave!" Samuil called back by way of 'you're welcome.'
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Too bad I'm not a Samuil. =P
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