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**OnlineHost** On this day, as every day, PECOTA and his bike stalk the roads of the Kansas/Missouri plains. |
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PECOTA:
/frowns
/pulls over to shoulder
/cocks head stoically |
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PECOTASBIKE: putt putt putt putt |
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PECOTA: BIKE! WHY. |
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PECOTASBIKE: putt putt putt putt |
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PECOTA: /frowns magnanimously |
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PECOTA: /slaps engine plate
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¡YAH! |
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**OnlineHost** You have entered the Royals Front Office chatroom. |
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allard_back_youngun: Yes. Yes, Mr. Loria, I am interested in Dontrelle Willis. I'm willing to use everything at my disposal to get him. Can I interest you in $40.64, most of which is in change, as well as this pad of stationary I got when I was hired? |
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allard_back_youngun: Hm? Yes sir, it's unused. They wouldn't give me a pen. No, but I'm sure you could get a marker and write your name on the side of the pad. Yes, an incredibly diagonial "PROPERTY OF JEFF LORIA" would look really neat if you twisted the pad around. |
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allard_back_youngun: So do we have a deal? |
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**OnlineHost** PECOTA has entered the chatroom. |
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allard_back_youngun: /gasps, drops phone
PECOTA!
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PECOTA: YOU! ARE IN DANGER. |
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allard_back_youngun: What? Me? How do y |
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PECOTA: BIKE HAS SPOKEN. SHE IDLES LOW. |
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allard_back_youngun: What do I do? |
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PECOTA: QUICKLY! GATHER! A BAG OF ROSIN. HOLD IT ABOVE A PLATE OF BEANS! AND BRISKLY! RIP IT IN TWO. LOOK AT THE PLATE. EAT ALL THAT YOU SEE. |
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PECOTA: THEN RETRIEVE A LIVE RABBIT! PET THE RABBIT AND LET! HIM! GO! BASTE YOURSELF IN LEMON SAUCE. |
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PECOTA: WAIT SEVENTEEN DAYS AND |
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**OnlineHost** whineglass is back from Invisible. |
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whineglass: h a h a h a h a |
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allard_back_youngun: Boss! I'm sorry! I didn't see you there! |
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PECOTA: DO NOT APOLOGIZE TO HIM! THIS SNARLING IMP, THIS WIGGED BUTCHER! THIS DESTROYER OF MIDWESTERN DREAMS! |
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whineglass: e e e e e c s c h s c h
/cowers |
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allard_back_youngun: What? What's wrong? |
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whineglass: t h e p e c o t a a a a a
m a k e h i m l e e e a v e
r r R R R E E E E E E H |
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PECOTA: HE CANNOT BEAR! TO STAND IN MY PRESENCE. WITH LIGHT, THERE IS NO DARKNESS! WITH PECOTA, THE DAVID GLASS CANNOT REMAIN! |
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PECOTA: EVIL. I CALL YOU BY YOUR NAME! EVIL! |
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whineglass: i t i s t r u e t h a t
i c a n n o t d e f e a t y o u |
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whineglass: b u t y o u h a v e
w h e t t e d m y a p p e t i t e
f o r d e e e e e a a a a t h |
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whineglass: /summons evil majick
/breathes deeply |
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PECOTA: NO!!!! |
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whineglass:
r r r r r e e e e E E E E E E EWe are moving in a new direction as a ballclub and as an organization, and tough decisions must be made. We sincerely wish the best for Mr. Baird in his future endeavorsE E E E E H H r r r h h h |
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allard_back_youngun: what...what's happening to... |
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PECOTA: /horror |
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allard_back_youngun: PECOTA? |
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allard_back_youngun: /explodes |
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**OnlineHost** allard_back_youngun has left the chatroom. |
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whineglass: e e e e e h e h e h e e e |
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PECOTA: SOMEDAY. YOU WILL REAP! WHAT YOU HAVE SOWN!!! |
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**OnlineHost** whineglass is now set to Invisible. |
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**OnlineHost** You have entered the Florida Marlins front office chatroom. |
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fLORIdA: all right, for your memo pad i'll give you dontrelle willis and i'll throw in...uh...let's say my brain. |
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fLORIdA: hey are you there
hello |
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fLORIdA: what's all that noise in the background is someone makin spaghetti |
