Yabba-Dabba-Do
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~ Fresh from their perfectly ambicable rendevous with Snape, Barty and Reg emerge from the vast tunnel systems, finally facing the acidic expanses of Three. However, this development can only be met with a grunt, followed by a rather desperate expression. Words have always been one of the few things on Barty's side and losing them, and what little he has left of himself, causes his now brutish voice to take on an increasingly hysterical edge. ~
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Date: 2010-03-16 09:00 am (UTC)Your marshmallow forehead must be - *Barty feels around his mouth with his tongue trying desperately to spew his usual grandiose vocabulary, but ultimately failing* - mashing into your brainmatter. Because it's yours.
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Date: 2010-03-16 09:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-24 09:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-25 09:01 am (UTC)More like not... very much.
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Date: 2010-03-25 09:11 am (UTC)