OOC: Okay almightly Splat, I shall....Uhhh....
use lines.
IC
Tiny ignored Scrabers as he ran pas and sprawled on his back, covering the floor widely.
"No Cecil, don't explode..." He muttered, snoring loudly.
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Agent 80085 sniffed.
"Over my dead body, I can't stand that guy! Dimitrio can't even go near him without getting scared! What good would it do?" Dimitrio stood nervously behind her, watching Scarface that continued to stare at him. Tiro hid behind Sebstian, looking around at the chant suppressor orbs.
"Maybe if I rip some more of his tentacles off, he'll finally buger off!..." Agent snarled. Dimitrio grabbed her shoulder.
"No! He'll just threaten to report you too! Maybe I should just go see him anyway..." He muttered, walking nervously forward. Agent growled and followed him, glaring darkly at Scarface. "If that guy lays a finger on you, I'll rip off his arms and beat him with them..." Dimitrio looked unimpressed as he waved his robotic arm in front of her.
"Oh...Sorry, I forgot..."