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A gentle seabreeze played mischeviously through the treetops. Chromia glared at it.
Things seemed to bode ill. And Chromia was pretty sure she'd had her flu shots. A loud cough echoed behind her, and she whirled around quickly. It was the fourth wall. "Who put this wall outside?" Chromia asked outloud.
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I'm starting to think there aren't enough femmebots in creation to keep up with your hormones so you're taking it out on the mechs. >.> ~Blitz "Hey, it was movie-verse...Struts everywhere. Maybe that's the problem. Those and claws. Fragging claws..." Suddenly he grins. "I think I've just made a vital scientific discovery! Struts are the root of all questionable interactions!" ~Prime. |
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Straxus whirled around in a circle and asked the blue femme, "what are you
talking about? the trees? The fourth wall doesn't exist without an audience and I highly doubt we have one."
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I was talking to myself the other day and we were wondering what happend to you?:eek:
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Chromia blinked, and sure enough the wall was gone.
"That's really weird." She said to herself, since she had just blinked without eyelids. She turned to Straxus, suprised at the relief that she had felt when he'd finally spoke. "Soo...uh...tell me a little about yourself..."
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I'm starting to think there aren't enough femmebots in creation to keep up with your hormones so you're taking it out on the mechs. >.> ~Blitz "Hey, it was movie-verse...Struts everywhere. Maybe that's the problem. Those and claws. Fragging claws..." Suddenly he grins. "I think I've just made a vital scientific discovery! Struts are the root of all questionable interactions!" ~Prime. |
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