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Ic: Ackro sighed, laying against the cold floor. "I'll never get my pants back.. I'm doomed."
He let his tentacles feel around the floor for any bits of food that'd been dropped.
"How could I have sunk this low.. all the sligs want to kill me it seems, for my different appearance from theirs.. and now my pants have been taken from me."
Last edited by AckroTheSlig; 12-01-2009 at 12:56 PM..
: Ugh.. why I even bother anymore..
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