log post II

[orangetoughguy]

third person narrative, action bracket spam, anything goes
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Comments

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Toucan Sam followed his fucking nose to the diamonds.

[Morons.]

I cook most days. You asking to stay and eat after coming in here and giving me crap about the fucking bird?

[orangetoughguy]

Man I don't give a single fuck what your theory is. You know he's missing, you know I want him back. Just give a fuckin' phonecall if you see him.

[Too bad this time Freddy can't play dead or fuckin' dyin'. He's just gonna start up another smoke out here in the hallway.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Pink, in a place that's got people that are half animal half who knows the fuck and little girls with candy colored hair who fight demons or something... you gotta hold on to logic. Huh. Larry is muscling his way through anyway.]

Just a question.

[The man is a son of a bitch but can whip up nice like Betty Crocker.]

See ya round, Pink.

[Larry waves a paw at the weasel. No goodbye for you, cat.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Yeah, good luck with that magic bird shit.

[It's a pun! Hur hur. He closes the door after they leave]