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postato inizialmente in:Neo Punks
12/8/2015 4:52:38 AM
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[b]Killua is chilling at jt's house, in a bathrobe and boxers drinking orange juice and watching a boxing match in the darkness[/b]
[i]Wait, how did i get here?[/i]
[spoiler]open to jt[/spoiler]
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[b]He walks downstairs, in nothing but boxers, an eyepatch, and a cowboy hat, sitting atop s cardboard box[/b] "Ayy, what's good killua?"
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" Uhhh i'm not even sure how i got here, but other than that, all good. Just chillin bruh"
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"That's good man." [b]He says, and the box jiggles, and he stabs it with a butterknife [/b] "Stripped cobra over here loves the damn box..." [spoiler]Oh come on, all the references I've made, why not add one more?![/spoiler]
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" dude that daughter with the white hair is hot. Just saying. Anyways what else is gooood man?"
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"Not all too much brah, and she's 20, so it's legal man. Go for it"
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" whoop, so whatchu think of the cartel?"
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"They good man, grab some shit for the underbase from a guy named Eduardo from time to time, why?"
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" cos ima part of them"
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"Daaaaamn brah, fo real?"
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" yeeee mane, i'm bout to ice some other gangs to. The thug life bruh, the thug life is too real."
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"Shiiiiiit brah!"
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" so whats good ese? Pop any caps in some vatos?"
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Modificato da JayTea: 12/8/2015 10:24:54 PM"Nah dog, thinking about running to Compton, POP some crips or some shit"
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Modificato da REXensenada0156: 12/8/2015 10:25:19 PM"Daam son, some crazy shit man"
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"Yeah dog"
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[b]He continues ti watch the match, drinking oj as he does so.[/b]
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[b]He grabs a whiskey, and watches with him. [/b] "How the hell did you get cable to the middle of the ocean?!"
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" dude we have nano tech, of course we would have space wifi. Advancements jt, the future is now"
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"Mah nìgga!"
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" yeaah mane, futuristic shit brah. Gotta love technology amirite?"
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"Damn straight! If only your uncle Ivan were here, he'd be, well, probably jizzing to some of it"
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" who the -blam!-s ivan? My uncle? Godam you learn so- AHHH FUUUUCK WHAAA?" [b]He gets off the couch and clutches his temple in pain.[/b] " AHHHHH GOD DAMN IT...." [b]He gets up and shakes his head, he looks in the mirror[/b] " Hello jt, its been a while hasn't it? Well its me. Daego... In the flesh. Well being killua lasted waaaay longer than i expected. Thought you would hire me earlier but hey... Stuff happens amirite?"
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[b]He looks at you, confused, and goes with his gut instinct, punching you in the gut hard enough to knock the wind out of you[/b]
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[b]The punch merely goes through a hole in his body.[/b] " Well, i thought you would be much happier to see me. Well after all i did " disappear" for a little. Man, nanites are legit..." [b] He plays around with the nanites, making weapons out of every part of his body.[/b]
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"Christ all-fūcking- mighty Daego, why you go full killua?"
