But this would. I took the sleeping bag out of my pack and begin soaking up the blood on the ground.
"Faw.. what are you doing?" L33tz4n asked.
"Cleaning. This place is a mess!"
"Uh.. Faw."
"And this poor sleeping man!" I exclaimed, hands on my cheeks, "his facial hair is terrible!" I took out my pen and began to doodle a nice, curly mustache on Plot Device.
"Fooruman," I heard L33tz4n saying, "I think something is wrong with F-"
The wizard put his hand up to her face. "Worry not, my good fellow! I am the proud winner of six PhDs in clinical and combat psychology."
"But-"
"Worry not!"
Fooruman pulled out a gun and shot me in the back of the head.
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Plot Device the rabbit was dead. I'm not sure why, but my head itched a little.
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