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Post by daisy on Sept 12, 2014 0:50:03 GMT 8
( I hope no one minds me having a go) "No... What did you say?"
"Me?" Gemma giggled. "Well Sam is nice and bulky... If you like the type. But he isn't everybody's cup of tea. Some of us like a man with with a bit more finesse. Not the type that shoots first and asks questions later."
"I have finesse." Sam growled, "I have classical training."
"Yes darling, you are about as subtle as a brick."
"You promised me you weren't gonna mention my experience as a brickie anymore!" Sam cried out.
"Yes and you promised to build me a barbi." Gemma sighed, "Really Medusa, how can you side with THAT."
Medusa swished her tail and slithered closer, away from the zombie clique. Carvaggio Zombie cursed, he had almost been ready to draw her face. "Well when he chopped off my head I finally got out of here," Medusa whined. "I so much wanted to see the sea."
"And instead you saw the Cracken. Plus he put you in a sack."
"Yes, the burlap really chafed my skin." Medusa hissed in Sam's direction.
Sam waved his hands "Don't look at me, I'm just a simple brickie, I do what the boss tells me."
"Us girls have to stay together." Gemma said. "What is so good about the dark side anyways?"
"Well, the cookies of course."
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