Broken Fingers
Toughkat entered.
Mr. Black entered.
Graykitty entered.
To the Chatroom!
GK: Mmph mmph mmph.
TK: Uh… this isn't Skype; you can still type.
GK: ;zdk lgdmdflj dfg jdfldlj dfzm
TK: Uh….
MB: Yeah, thanks to you, his fingers are in a cast due to the explosion; so he can't type for crap.
TK: Wait, then how did he type so well earlier?
MB: I'm right next to him; we're typing on two different windows.
TK: Then why don't you type for him all the time?
MB: Because he's stubborn like that.
GK: jnajovfnd vfods hbdha ph bxjv NVJOE HDIA ODS HV D A PAFP DAZS HI
TK: Make him shut up.
MB: 'Kay… done.
TK: What did you do?
MB: I just used the restraints to hold him down, but let his mouth open so he can say what he wants me to type… but some of those words… I'm not going to.
TK: That bad?
MB: That bad.
TK: Huh, should I say sorry?
MB: Naw, I think it's not THAT bad.
GK: ARE YOU SERIOUS?
MB: Jesus Leo, calm down.
TK: Leo, I'm sorry.
GK: Meh.
MB: Now, let's all play some Gunbound!
TK: Sure, why not.
GK: Uh…
MB: We can just put Leo on the other team, yay for friendly-fire!
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