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~~Goddess Sitre Renenet VIII~~ · **08-27-2015, 08:39 AM**

~holding back laughter~ "Come on, Jones. Let's hurry up with that next 'promo' of yours, dead beat. Or are you too busy stuck halfway through another wall, you halfwit pig? You're making my job too easy. I want it to look like I took down somebody of a somewhat decent challenge when I knock you out Wednesday night and we all know Code Red can't accomplish that illusion so it's all on you, Mr. Storytime blood-foot. Must hurt to walk right about now, eh? Wait till you see what happens to you Wednesday - and even with me saying that nearly a week ahead of time, you'll be too damned stupid to do a thing to stop it. Don't you dare start running from me now, Butcher! I promise you will not escape me in any sense of the word. You're basically turning into Ghost Tank Version 2 and I'm loving every second of it." ~frowny face and feigned wiping of a tear~

"Or, you know, you can just respond here if you're already tapping out. I know those full promos are a lot of work for someone like you even with all the corners you cut in your cheap ass, basic as all hell, recycled productions." ~she goes gray scale!~ "See you soon, Mr. Mediocrity."

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