whilst issuing Patrick a firm handshake, he noticed the sligs veiw drop down to the scrab leg he had just dropped, and witnessed him pick it up and take a mouthfull.
becarefull with this one Nox, something dont seem right about him...
"yep, definately from the wars. one o' the first things they teach yeh, never waste food, never know when you'll see it again." Nox spoke to Patrick as a friend, "anyone crosses us on guard duty, and they'll pay, oh sweeeeeeet momma, yessurrie!".
thats right Nox, give 'em hell...
"where's that wussy steroid slig yeh mentioned?" Nox's tone suddenly changing,
"why, back in my day they didn't even have them Big Bro wotsits, they'd only just finished touchin' up on Flyin' sligs! yeh comin' lookin' for 'im then?". Nox held his rifle back in 2 hands, letting the darker, unstable side of his mind get the better of him. it became obvious Nox had just changed state-of-mind due to his condition, by the tell-tale assertiveness of his manner, and the slightly manic glint in his visor.
just like back in the good ol' war days, Nox.
Last edited by MA; 01-03-2008 at 03:38 AM..
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