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[May. 6th, 2009|12:16 am] |
Notes to Self:
Good news! The potential Toy Soldiers of the future have the stamina that would be required to take over the world!
The bad news: They are covered in fluids. And... germs. Eeeeh.
Even the goggles don't always block out such hideous sights on the way to the grocery store. Next time I'll send the robots. |
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[May. 6th, 2009|01:23 am] |
So. I was fine. the Crazy wasn't hitting me.
Now? Different story. I don't even care about interesting at the moment... simply stamina. |
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[May. 6th, 2009|10:24 am] |
Now, doesn't that feel better?
Personally, I feel much more settled. Not so much weeping and moaning--or, if there is, it's spawning from more pleasant sensations than it was previously. |
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[May. 6th, 2009|11:04 am] |
uncomfortable.
locked all the doors. should keep it out. |
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[May. 6th, 2009|05:29 pm] |
What the...? Ho'shit.
Err...Kakia? I may have done something stupid.
( Eliot ) |
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[May. 6th, 2009|06:26 pm] |
Okay, I don't know how someone managed to pull this off, but I'm not in Miami and I can't get in touch with Sam and Michael. Of course...that also means Michael can't tell me not to shoot anyone, so I guess that is a plus. Now, would someone like to explain what the hell is going on? I get a little testy when I don't get answers. |
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[May. 6th, 2009|06:33 pm] |
Alfred, hold my calls, won't you? |
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[May. 6th, 2009|07:15 pm] |
ARGHHHH!
I am going out to hit things. It would be very unwise of anyone to commit crimes in New York City right now. I will not pay for hospital bills when I break you.
( Private ) |
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