November 14th, 2008
Ch31 Pg46
Drake: ARRG! *comes flying out of the bush, thrown*
Ben: @@;;;
Drake: *lands on Kip*
Kip: ERMPH!
Zemi: <: .
Zeb: Heh… >: >
Kip: Hunt..e.r…?
Drake: *shakes himself out and mutters* KluYa…
Drake: ARRG! *comes flying out of the bush, thrown*
Ben: @@;;;
Drake: *lands on Kip*
Kip: ERMPH!
Zemi: <: .
Zeb: Heh… >: >
Kip: Hunt..e.r…?
Drake: *shakes himself out and mutters* KluYa…
Hear that crack? Kip is not as young as he used to be, folks.
Poor Kip… I just wanna hug him and make the programming go away.
Right now, I think he’d be contented with some painkillers.
XD I love Zeb so hard right here.
And I love how Drake makes no move to get up.
Bad Zeb! You threw out his back!
Drake, dear… that may not have been the wisest thing to say.
Hmm, I wonder if Kip makes a good futon? xD
Not with all those metal plates under that coat.
Industrial style futon! Now with an extra dash of crazy!