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Sure! This is no time to doubt ourselves, while faux pretenders are running around Legion World. We've proven ourselves time and time again, while guys like Lonestar Ranger and Gary Concord mouth off about things they evidently know little about. Words mean little and action is what counts.
Concord can insult the entire LMB all he wants. Its not truly effecting us, and I'm not above handing out an ass-kicking when I get the chance. I'm not LMB leader, nor am I Security Chief, so hell, what have I got to lose?
From: If you don't want my peaches, honey... | Registered: Sep 2003
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Faraway Lad
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quote:Originally posted by Cobalt Kid: so hell, what have I got to lose?
At a guess I'd say life, liberty the pursuit of happiness and a full working set of gonads?
Need someone to help mediate in a dispute here old friend?
-------------------- Faithfull
From: Newcastle upon Tyne England | Registered: Jul 2003
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Either that or just kick them when I've knocked them down!
From: If you don't want my peaches, honey... | Registered: Sep 2003
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Faraway Lad
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No no no, my old friend, its much more satisfying to pretend to help them up and them slip a case of venusian crabs in their underwear. The long term effects are much more satisfying that a swift kick in the shins.
-------------------- Faithfull
From: Newcastle upon Tyne England | Registered: Jul 2003
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The wall of the security office collapses in a cloud of dust. As the dust settles the security officers see a tall semi naked heavily muscled barbarian standing there with one hand raised. Sweat glistened of his manly torso, a loin cloth (and sundry baldrics and belts holding large and sharp looking weapons) was the only nod to modesty.
“just don’t make doors like they used to” says the barbarian.
Moving swiftly with the grace of a hunting tiger, Hrun moves forward, he raises his hand high above Gary concord, who flinches.
The hand shoots out, and grabs the pretzel maker from the shelf and Hrun disappears into the night, shouting
“Matlock”
-------------------- Bring me Mead and Meat, NOW Slave!!
From: The Northern Wall | Registered: Jul 2004
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So, er, you want to handle Hrun this time Matlock? Usually when I have a sit down with him, we invade a neighboring sector of space...
From: If you don't want my peaches, honey... | Registered: Sep 2003
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I'll handle Hrun, SB-P. You get over to the EGSC and make absolutely certain that none of Tamper's Tech is removed before we take possession of the place.
-------------------- Truth and Justice shall Prevail! (Just as soon as the Check Clears!)
From: The Back Office in Abin's Fixit Shop. | Registered: Sep 2003
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