OD 2.2.2003 [6:12 p.m.]

...yeah:

diTerces: *bites damon, just cuz he's not paying attention*

Damon Sands: i'm rereading the scene *smirk*

diTerces: aahhhhh.. *LOL*

Damon Sands: oh and, now that she's gone?

Damon Sands: it was SO imogen's fault.

Damon Sands: (NOW AGREE WITH ME! *ROARS*)

diTerces: uhhuh?

diTerces: *LMAO*

Grraack: what's my bribe?

Damon Sands: a snail.

Damon Sands: ..._@/"

diTerces: ACK! *HIDES* ok ok ok! She does it on purpose and we all know it!*just like you do to her you roaring freak*

Grraack: ..... a snail?

Damon Sands: *ROTFLMAO* actually, i believe that she doesn't do it on purpose to me. AND! i don't do it on purpose to her! I'M NOT DOING ANYTHING!

Damon Sands: yes, a snail.

Damon Sands: but not just ANY snail.

Damon Sands: a snail from PLANET DAMON.

Damon Sands: ..._@/"

[that was, btw, a strippa pink snail]

Damon Sands: they come in strippa pink, too

Grraack: .... iiiiii du *oh just dies*

diTerces: *dies!*

Damon Sands: iiiii du..?!

Grraack: well, I guess it goes with my damn pink spider

Grraack: was gonan say iiiii dunno *L*

diTerces: that was gonna be iiiiiiii duuuuunnnooooo..

Grraack: but then got your pink snail

Damon Sands: *LMAO*

diTerces: common - read Wolfspeak!

diTerces: SHEESH>

diTerces: you'd think he was with the program by this point.

diTerces: *L*

Grraack: with the way I type, no kidding *L*

Damon Sands: they also come in fuck-me-red, but.....it's kinda disturbing to see a SNAIL in taht color.

diTerces: *LMAO* indeed!

Grraack: *LMFAO*

diTerces: thats....scary.

Damon Sands: ..._@/"

[in KM Yellow...]

Damon Sands: kill me yellow snail!

Damon Sands: (or salt me yellow)

Damon Sands: ....@/"

[...and murder me blue]

Damon Sands: (it's the blinding snail brigade)

Damon Sands: ...._@/" "@_....

[a gold one and a silver one]

Damon Sands: royal snails.

Damon Sands: OKAY, STOPPING NOW...

diTerces: *LMAO*

diTerces: you!

Damon Sands: *losing my mind here*

diTerces: have!

diTerces: lost!

diTerces: iT!

Damon Sands: LOST IT!

Damon Sands: *ROTFLMAO*

diTerces: *LMAO*

Grraack: damn.... and _I_ am the one going on like... three horus of sleep...

Damon Sands: *ROTFLMAO*

Damon Sands: three horus

diTerces: *LMAO*

Grraack: dammit, I caught MOST of the typos in that

diTerces: *just WAILING*

Damon Sands: i'm going on 9 isis of sleep.

Grraack: oh yea, i have to fix about half the message before sending *L*

Grraack: what about you, Di? Any Osiris?

diTerces: Suuuuuure. *nodnodnod*

Grraack: and i have to work tomorrow, I"m gonna be SUCH a waste of flesh....

Damon Sands: ooo, okay, maybe he DID start it *LMAO*

Damon Sands: "Smell better if ya don't smoke too much though." Oh, he's one to talk. A quirking of his mouth, and a faint nod up, "Taste better too."

Damon Sands: that kinda set things off

Damon Sands: BUT!

diTerces: *LOL* probably... but you'll be all cute and stuff and people will love you anyway

Damon Sands: he wouldn't have said that if she hadn't been smoking and like, doing her haaair thang

diTerces: SEE!!!!! I TOLD YOU

Damon Sands: *ROTFLMAO*

diTerces: Bull!

[that was in BOLD.]

diTerces: *L*

Damon Sands: IT WAS THE HAIR THING

Damon Sands: IT WAS!

diTerces: he was WANTING some.

diTerces: it WAS NOT!

Damon Sands: BECAUSE

Damon Sands: of the HAIR THING.

Damon Sands: IT WAS!

diTerces: NU UH! he's a DAWG...

diTerces: just ADMIT IT

diTerces: He DIIIIIIIIIG da Fianna who don't even gotta TRY man...

[at this point, damon's just HOWLING]

Damon Sands: well, yeah, he's always wantin sum *LMAO*

Damon Sands: BUT!

diTerces: cuz he's all a thinkin a kissin her... *L*

Damon Sands: he doesn't--

diTerces: NO BUTS

Damon Sands: HE DIDN'T UNTIL THE HAIR THING

diTerces: HE STARTED IT!

diTerces: *LAMO*

Damon Sands: HE DIDN'T START IT UNTIL THE HAIR THANG!!!!

diTerces: *rearannges and LMAO*

Damon Sands: *unleashes a deafening yeeeeeeeelllllllll!*

diTerces: oh puhLEASE. *L* He was already givin her the eye.....

Damon Sands: and *LMAO*

Damon Sands: rearannges, eh?

Damon Sands: *dying*

diTerces: *is deafened!*

Damon Sands: omfg, he was not!

Damon Sands: *goes look*

diTerces: *LMAO*

Grraack: *blinks, scroooooollls*

diTerces: (i love it when he's all paranoid. *LMAO*)

Grraack: *LMFAO*

Damon Sands: he gave her a BRIEF ONCE-OVER. (*and BITES*)

Damon Sands: and fuck it's getting hot in here *turns heater off*

diTerces: SEEE! (*Squeels* oh baby gimme MORE)

Grraack: *not even commenting*

Damon Sands: no, it's hot because the heater's one *LMAO*

Damon Sands: heaters ON

Damon Sands: HEATER'S ON.

diTerces: *LMAO*

Grraack: one... what... *smirk*

Damon Sands: omfg....

Grraack: just dig the hole deeper, Damon

diTerces: just *DIES*

Damon Sands: *grumps*

Grraack: there, uploaded, I even made sure the new spiffy menu was working, too

diTerces: HE gave her a once over, (starting it) she played with her hair (keeping it going) he commented on her TASTE> it was SO you.

Damon Sands: *BITES*

...and i win the argument by default, as i killed everyone with my vicious rabid biting. yeah.

-damon