*Stepping out from behind the trash mound, and tripping himself as he does, Alex tries to peer through the smog for anybody else, but eventually gives up*
Worry not, little brothers; thou has nothing to worry about.
*He coughs hard, then uses his good non-dislocated arm's hand to pick an angry, writhing bee from under his tongue*
You are in horrorshow good company...unfortunate as that may be. You...look to be in a malenky bit of a...predicament.
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Date: 2009-12-08 11:05 pm (UTC)Worry not, little brothers; thou has nothing to worry about.
*He coughs hard, then uses his good non-dislocated arm's hand to pick an angry, writhing bee from under his tongue*
You are in horrorshow good company...unfortunate as that may be. You...look to be in a malenky bit of a...predicament.