[skillyaslig]

OOC: A break eh? Well, I do have holidays, and are going off somewhere, so that'll be good...
IC:
Cylepso looked at Wic and shook her head, "Eh, just ignore him, he was being a ass."
"Mnmah nma, ghnam nmama ghan ahnmama gmnha mnahaj." Seb grumbled, looking annoyed.
"Ah huh."
"Nmhan."
"Whatever, Sebbie, keep your doggerel comments to your self, he doesn’t need to hear-"
"mnhah ghamma!" Seb snaps, glaring.
"Okay, keep your headphones on! Jezz!" Looks at Wic, "Yeah, he’s just grumpy...Well, I can safely say, that that slig bomb thing was a rather rare event, or so I think, not too much violence around here. Well...today been fairly fast but..." Shrugs and shakes her head.
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Jatt snapped, "Animals have feelings too, yo' idiot, they think, and feel and whatnot."
"Yeah, an' chippunks can fly!" Jutt retorted in disgusted tones.
"Oh, shut up! Fine, animals don’t feel then."
"Told ye."
"I’m not being serious! Odd, get a grip."
"What’s that supposed to mean?"
"Ye know very well, mister." Jatt growled, rolling his eyes.
"I have a grip, thank you. A good one indeed."
"Your mad, off yer nut, gone off the broom handle-"
"Fine, I get it. I'm mad. Greta, done?" Jutt grumbled.
"Yo' not mad. Yer just...confused," Jatt said desperately.
"Whatever! Fine, I didnt mean ta attack dat mud-" Jutt broke off, looking confused.
"Ahah! See? You know ye did somethin' wrong."
"Didn’t."
"See, thats your problem. Yo never let anyone in. Always stalking off by yeself-"
"I like my piracy.”
“Ah, yeah.” Jatt said, in disbelieving tones.
‘I do, Ye might like talkin’ tah others, but I don’t-”
“Well, yeah-”
“Even,” Jatt butted in, “though you used to be a social, nice person before that incident.”
Jutt didn’t respond, still Jatt continued, “now, a good way to get over yer problems is to admit you have one. Now, do ye have a problem?”
“No.”
“Wrong.”
“Well, I don’t.”
“Sure.”
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Vester looked brain-dead, then murmured, “Bomb gone…” And lowered his flamethrower.
Lenny flopped about on the floor like a fish, yelping, “Boomboomboom!!!”
“Boom…” Vester said softly then saw a little scrab, Peach, eating a hunk of flesh from the ground, “Scrabbie little. What you eating?”