IC:
Herman got up from his seat. His legs felt like jelly from the long ride, but he managed to walk out the door, he was seriously thinking about trying to sneak in his pocket knife.
"Nah," he said as he put his knife on the seat, "I'll leave it here ... I don't want any trouble."
Last edited by Mudokon_Master; 10-02-2010 at 08:43 PM..
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