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I give you: me when I conquer the world :smt029

Gods O.o

Marty- "Oh, the infection. Well, you see, from where I come from, there was an infection that started. You see, I don't know much about the cause of the infection, ...

I doubt that she can do that, but I say anyhow, "Fine. I don't even know your brother, but if I ever do, then I shan't tell him anything about ...

"And what if I teach him to use magic, eh?"

Marty- I walked into the bar, sniper slung on my back, a small pistol on my shoulder holster. I walked over to the bartender and greeted him. "Hello Sir. You're ...

Hello. My name is Marty Michael. And you could probably say that my life is normal. Well, if you don't count the zombies attacking us (who are by the way ...

EEEVVUUUULLLLL!!!!! :smt029 Max- "Well, someday he will learn, and you probably won't like it."

Jonathan- "Oh, alright. My name's Jonathan. What are your names? And what was happening?"

Max- I laughed. "Poor him. Does he know how to fight?"

Jonathan- "Sorry there, I don't speak sign, could somebody translate? I mean no harm to anyone."

Jonathan- Outside the Tavern, I hear fighting. I clutch the handle of my shotgun and then sling it onto my back. Ready. But just as I open the doors it ...

I didn't say I did and am not saying so now. Hehe.

You die because you bleed to death because of loss of blood because you typed too much. And don't say I died for using many becauses

Not really. The only one I believe in is your typing cat. O_o TUBM likes to jerk!