ooc: I have a nasty feeling that W@RF may be on its way to that land somwhere over the rainbow where dead RPGs frolic and follow roads made of yellow brick.
CPR time. CLEAR!
Jim looked scared. "That was your slig?" He'd been taken by surprise and hadn't really expected this Molt guy to be so bad. "Lets get going then, we don't really wanna be anywhere near him."
If there was anything Jim had learnt from his life it was that you couldn't avoid danger forever.
But you could still give it an Odd-damned try!
Jim lead Bonty down to the cafeteria which was empty. "Hey, you got any moolah, there are some vendos over there. Fancy a scrab-cake?"
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