33 - Armed To The Teeth Against Love

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What the hell is this?!!

[ The impressive shout emerges, not from a man, but a teddy-bear. Lying on the pavement, kicking his tiny arms and legs feebly. Hi, Karl. ]

Of all the pathetic, worthless, idiotic -- !

[ A stream of profanities. Such a mouth Mr. Teddy has. Not PG-rated at all. ]

[OOC: Karl is a teddy-bear. Lol. Have at him! ]

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[ The wait is worse than the cutting. The chill anticipation. The dreadful unspoolings of an antic imagination. He doesn't know what else is in store when she picks the bag up. But it can't be good. ]

[ Lo and behold. It's not. ]

[ He gives one final impressive scream before he's dumped into the fizzling solution. Bye bye, Teddy. ]

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[ She doesn't stay to watch. She dusts off her hands and returns downstairs. ]

[ Fucker. ]

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[ With little bubbling hisses, the teddy dissolves. ]

[ Ballsarewasted. Wastesareballsted. Ballstedwastdedededed... ]