Hmm... Looks like we've started.
Salkin: *looks on floor* Oh, look, a warm comfy floor! I don't belive it.
Hawk: Yeah, yeah, sure, sure... Where's the kitchen anyway?
Salkin: Now you're being rude.
Hawk: Ooh, I'll stop immidiatly, mother...
*they goes into a fight that reminds people about killing-games*
I sure hope that this all doesn't start with sleeping...
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