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Jun. 6th, 2011 05:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rhymeandtreasonWell, well. Would you all look at this absolute racket they're making.
[ Til sits with a dainty pinkie plugging his ear. His other hand reaches for the bucket of space popcorn resting on his desk ]
It's as if they haven't got the chops to muffle their screams when they're dragged away by those nasty little buggers.
[ he puts a handful of space popcorn in his mouth, and continues to talk as he chomps down on it ]
Then again, that is the Republic for you. Always running about and getting their limbs removed by melee blades because they haven't the panache to wear dueling shields.
[ a distant scream. Til's nose scrunches just slightly ]
Onya, my pet? A word if you will - your troops are appallingly off-tempo.
[ Til sits with a dainty pinkie plugging his ear. His other hand reaches for the bucket of space popcorn resting on his desk ]
It's as if they haven't got the chops to muffle their screams when they're dragged away by those nasty little buggers.
[ he puts a handful of space popcorn in his mouth, and continues to talk as he chomps down on it ]
Then again, that is the Republic for you. Always running about and getting their limbs removed by melee blades because they haven't the panache to wear dueling shields.
[ a distant scream. Til's nose scrunches just slightly ]
Onya, my pet? A word if you will - your troops are appallingly off-tempo.
