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MRS Morey - PBF
Gargulec:
Shioban again reached for her pipe, filled it with tobacco and lit up.
'Well, we can scratch the transport not arriving from the possible mishaps list. It keeps getting better and better, does not it?'
Xander Morhaime:
"Oh, you have no idea, girl..." the man groaned, leaning forward and hiding his face in his hands. "Those things come once per month at best, if they don't get waylaid somewhere. This... oh, damnit, we're pretty much fucked, aren't we."
Silhar:
"Nope, it's just... great !", responded Vince. "How can't you see it ?"
The grim smile of his was indeed unsettling to watch.
"Pretty much fucked... Pretty not enough said to describe it. We just got fucking raped by some twisted bitch of fate. And it was not nice and gentle, at all."
"This does mean, ladies and gentlemen, we are free to see our rooms and have a walkabout around the whole place. Witness the dining room, check the toilets, check if beds are comfortable and where is the nearest gym. Those are going to be the most freakish holidays we've ever had.", he finished with a sigh.
"Me, I am going to take down as much of 'em as I can. They will have it as much as it takes to make'em vomit. We are going to die, why don't we have some fun ?"
Gargulec:
'Go rape yourself, instead of blathering about fate, Doc' growled Shioban, seemingly angered by his comments. 'And cut this we're all going to die crap, will you? For your personal information... I am planning to live through it, even if it would involve holding this fucking room for a year!' she nearly yelled.
Silhar:
"Yo, calm down, seems I am not the one in need for a rape in this spot.", without a sign of anger Doc responded, stepping back. "Just face it. Those critters are much too numerous."
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