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Welcome to the Urban Rooftop Chatroom!
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duckworth: /points handgun
/hands begin to shake
/eyes shift |
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GreinkeDinks: Shoot HIM! I'm the real Zack Greinke! |
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GreinkeDinks: No, don't listen to him, he's lying! I'M the real Zack Greinke! I've got a VIP fan club, and you can join it for only thirty dollars! |
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duckworth: eeeeeenggghhhhh
/moves gun to left
/fires |
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**Online Host**
GreinkeDinks has been shot.
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GreinkeDinks: AAAAH AAAAH /clutches shoulder; collapses |
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GreinkeDinks: Whew, thanks Brandon! That was a close one! Thank you for knowing the REAL me! |
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duckworth: /lowers gun
oh man, thank shit, how did the royals end up on a metropolitan rooftop with me shooting your clone to death anyway |
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GreinkeDinks: Why, Mr. Duckworth, the answer to that question is simple! |
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GreinkeDinks: It was a 2-2 pitch in my first at bat of the evening... before this Spring I'd never been hit in the face by a pitch, but now I've felt TWO! hoo hoo ha ha ha |
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duckworth: /backs away slowly |
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GreinkeDinks: All I could think of was, "this is what happened to Kirby! This is what happened to my mentor!" I charged him, my heart full of rage, but the pain was too severe. |
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GreinkeDinks: I collapsed there, in the infield, teeth piercing lip, wondering if I'd ever get up, wondering if I'd ever play the game again! |
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GreinkeDinks: Wondering... when I'd get my REVENGE! |
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duckworth: No... NO! That means you're, you're |
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GreinkeDinks: I'm everyone - and no one. Everywhere - nowhere! |
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GreinkeDinks: Quack, Mr. Duckworth!
/rips off prosthetic mask |
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Tori_Misspelling: Quack quack quack quack quack Mr. Duckworth! |
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duckworth: AAAAAAAH |
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Tori_Misspelling: /escapes into the night |
