Look here, Crotch and... whatever your bloody name is..., I'm your best damn chance of getting out of here. Now if you want to spend the rest of your miserable and worthless afterlives in Hell, be my guest. That's probably for the best, as Snape's said it. But as I see it, somewhere in the city of Dis is the key to our escape, and it has nothing to do with scrambling your way out of Hell's festering ass.
*Wes pauses, looks about him, and sniffs almost delicately. He then spits on the ground.* Here, this way. Guess we don't need you two maggots after all. I can smell the decay and damp of Five. It smells just like the whinger back there.
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Date: 2010-03-09 07:00 pm (UTC)*Wes pauses, looks about him, and sniffs almost delicately. He then spits on the ground.* Here, this way. Guess we don't need you two maggots after all. I can smell the decay and damp of Five. It smells just like the whinger back there.