[Chronicler]

OOC: I wasn't really talking about length of the posts, as much as huge quantity of the posts. But, since it ain't a big deal, no worries.

IC: "WAAH!" Azkiz ducked down and tightly held onto his own gun when his radio suddenly asploded. It rained black metallic chips above the perplexed Musklum's shellhood. "Sheesh. What a sore loser." He said in a disappointed voice, and with a bumbling look on his face. The musklum looked down at his now destroyed radio. He wasn't really ... caring about it. As much as he simply wants to continue nipping at his superiors. Ignoring Ziglet's yelling, Azkiz looked back at Scream. "Nice aim, Hotcakes. But ya still gotta clean da mess. Ha!"
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Ly nearly jumped at the sudden bang. Presley's voice was quickly silenced ... Alot had happened in this one moment of time. Perhaps things would've become alot more funny if it weren't for the Warden and his little suck-up Slig. But anyhow, perhaps it was a good idea to leave the Cafeteria for now. But NOT before get revenge on he who captured her many times. "Hey Azkiz! Think you can clean this mess up too?!", she said, throwing the idea out there for Ziglet to hear. She grinned at the fantasy of the Musklum getting thrashed by Scream ...