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| [There's a few long moments of staticky silence, then Mituna's voice - quiet, but still with that trademark horrendous lisp. He didn't lose that this week, clearly.]
Tho.. my matethprit ith gone, I gueth.
[A long pause follows this announcement, then he continues.]
I don't want to change back. | |
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| So. How much longer is this stupid thing going to 8e going for? It's not going to last as long as that last one did, is it? 8ecause then I think I will set fire to something.( And Action ) | |
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| [Within the confines of a rather dark and gloomy room now sits a wonderfully carved coffin. One that has been wonderfully crafted and carefully measured. Ontop of it Undertaker sits rubbing a hand over the finish as he crosses his legs and glaces down at the feed. The tone and sound of his voice is a bit different, lacking the usual manic tones that it held.]
Finally a proper resting place, perhaps now I'll be able to get some nice rest. Though if anyone would like one of my custom made coffins it seems they were kind enough to deliver several of them.
How sad is it though that laughter seems to have disappeared apparently. I'd be glad to offer my services to anyone for a first rate laugh~ | |
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