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Originally posted by Redblueflare:
Red slides a mug of ale down the bar to Moridin. "There's your booze." He lights a few tables on fire with a scorcher. "There's your flaming tables, and the succubi will dance all you like. Just ask em." Red searches his pockets, and shrugs. "As for music, anyone got a cd?'
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Sweet! Didn't think anyone would go for the table fires idea. Can I start hurling them about now?
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a bunch of long hairs.
trux