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Milo pushed his sunglasses up a bit, jumped to his feet, and waved his arms around frantically.

"Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa! What the fuck? What the FUCK?" he shouted. It was the only way of expressing his utter confusion at how quickly the situation had become absolutely, unstoppably FUBAR. One minute, he had been listening to Insane Clown Posse, trying to attract juggalos. The next, chicks were throwing rocks at him and waving guns around and shit was clownshoes.

He looked at the guy.

"First off, you. What the fuck is your problem? You broke my speakers and now you're waving a gun around, for god's sake! Get a fucking grip, seriously... And you two!" He looked at the girls.

He paused and more specifically looked at the girl in the baggy clothes, who he now recognized as Jessica Pentangeli. They weren't exactly friends, to say the least, but he still found her quite attractive. He looked down a bit.

He glared at her decently-sized chest as he spoke.

"Put the melons..." He stopped himself. "Er, I mean, put the gun down. You're making me rock har-" He paused again, mid-sentence this time, and faked a cough. "Uh, you're kind of scaring me with that. Seriously, please don't fuck- god damn it!" He slapped his face and continued. "Seriously, please don't hurt me."

An awkward pause.

"I should probably be leaving right about now," Milo said in a rare display of insight.
Edited by Sean, Oct 26 2010, 09:11 PM.
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Quoth Super Llama:
One day, the fabled Ragnarok will come, and as the gods descend to earth and wage war while the world dies around them, WickedIcon will lead the charge, a 12-gauge shotgun in his right hand, and a bottle of Jack Daniels in his left as he rides a steed made of fire and pain.

And the masses will look upon him and weep at the beauty of it all.

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