Malcolm glanced around for a towel or napkin—hell, tissue paper would do. "A what? Jesus Christ, that's fucked." He looked up at the ceiling, as if expecting to find some manifestation of the Admiral up there. "Sick fucking sense of humour, that cunt."
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Re: Spam
Date: 2010-06-23 05:55 pm (UTC)