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guhhhhhhh zombie
"What's in there?" The advisor nodded to the oblong durasteel unit that floated beside Zekk, the man's gloved hands tucked under his arms.
Oh, this one was really asking for it.
"It's a dead body," Zekk stated flatly and with a smile, scribbling his signature on the datapad and shoving it back into the chest of the social secretary.
You know I couldn't leave him out. And I love writing Zekk. Especially since he always turns out to be kind of a bitch when I write him. D:
My stomach is still in some sort of pain. But I must go to work tomorrow, like I did today. Tomorrow is the company-wide holiday shindig and they serve alcohol at it. It's fun to watch coworkers drink. At work. Heeehehe.
And this song makes me want to dance. LET'S GO DANCING EVERYONE.
By that I mean, "it's time for me to sleep zzzzzzzzz"
Oh, this one was really asking for it.
"It's a dead body," Zekk stated flatly and with a smile, scribbling his signature on the datapad and shoving it back into the chest of the social secretary.
You know I couldn't leave him out. And I love writing Zekk. Especially since he always turns out to be kind of a bitch when I write him. D:
My stomach is still in some sort of pain. But I must go to work tomorrow, like I did today. Tomorrow is the company-wide holiday shindig and they serve alcohol at it. It's fun to watch coworkers drink. At work. Heeehehe.
And this song makes me want to dance. LET'S GO DANCING EVERYONE.
By that I mean, "it's time for me to sleep zzzzzzzzz"
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(That was for the Zekk comment -- and again for the presents! XDDD)
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