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Post by SunFlash on Jun 12, 2003 18:56:55 GMT -5
SunFlash continued to bark, and shutted her mouth with her paws, leaving only a crack to speak "Sorry guys, border collie instinct"
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Post by Itchy on Jun 12, 2003 19:33:54 GMT -5
Oh no wait, Hedge wait! I, IIIII!!!! Hey! hey! this is kinda cool! weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Hahahahahe ha!!!!! You can't keep a good dog down!!!! Oh and Hedge I only did that to Killer cause " I ment to do that to him" Oh if only Charlie could see me now!!!!
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Post by SunFlash on Jun 13, 2003 13:22:16 GMT -5
SunFlash stopped barking, and continued to wag her tail "Come on Hedge, buck him off"
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Post by Hedge on Jun 16, 2003 15:01:19 GMT -5
Hedge starts charging through the casino, dodging in and out of the barstools, customers and poker tables with the grace of a well-gaited horse...
"Having fun, Itchy? You little short dog you..." Suddenly, she begins to brake, her paws and claws sliding on the floor as she sees two delivery dogs coming in with a cart full of fresh meats...
"Oh, no!!!!" The sound of yelping and crashing turns frantic as dogs, cart, and meats become entangled...
"Hmmmm, cold cuts... roast beef, bologna, salami..." Looks at Itchy and breaks out laughing as she sees a hunk of salami sticking out of his mouth... "You look like Carface!!!!"
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Post by SunFlash on Jun 16, 2003 15:12:57 GMT -5
SunFlash laughed as she walked over to check out the damage "Hey, nice crash there Hedge"
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Post by Killer on Jun 16, 2003 21:22:11 GMT -5
Killer cringes and takes cover behind the bar as meat becomes airborne. When he's certain everything has settled, he comes out to survey the damage. Looking up at the ceiling, he makes a face.
"What kinda meat is this?" he questions one of the delivery dogs, grunting in surprise as a slab of roast beef lands on his head, then yanking it off and pointing it at the delivery dog as he continues, "Since when does this stuff stick to ceiling tile? You'd better hope Carface doesn't get word of this. If this is bad meat, he'll have your tail."
He smirks as he glances at Itchy with the salami log in his mouth and wishes he had a camera.
"Ironic, isn't it?" he chuckles, "I don't call him a 'wiener dawg' for nothing. He and the salami log could be related--the only difference between the two is that Itchy has legs--however short they may be--a head, and a tail. And he wears clothes. Put a dress or somethin' on the salami and you'll have a date, Itchy."
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Post by Hedge on Jun 17, 2003 9:42:51 GMT -5
Winks at SunFlash... "Thanks!"
Bursts into uncontrollable laughter when Killer makes the comment about putting a dress on the salami log and it could be Itchy's date.... "Oh, he got you good on that one, Itchy!!!!!"
Extends her paw to Killer... "Put 'er there, Pear!"
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Post by SunFlash on Jun 17, 2003 13:26:01 GMT -5
SunFlash licked her lips, took a piece from the ground, and threw it in the air. When it started to fall, SunFlash jumped and got it
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Post by Killer on Jun 17, 2003 20:53:34 GMT -5
Killer chuckles and "puts 'er there", though surprised at Hedge's reaction. He hadn't realized the wisecrack had been that funny.
"Thanks Hedge," he smirks at Itchy, "I take it you agree? Wouldn't Itchy and, uh...'Sally' make a cute couple?"
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Post by Hedge on Jun 20, 2003 4:47:54 GMT -5
Looks at SunFlash and then realizes that 'customers' at the casino have gone into a feeding frenzy... turns to Killer... "Killer, I think we've got a bigger problem on our paws... we better get this mess cleaned up before Carface gets here.."
Addresses the delivery dog directly... "I'm real sorry about all this... but, aren't you supposed to make your delivery through the back door prior to 9am?"
The delivery dog begins mumbling something about the truck breaking down and he got behind schedule and assorted gibberish that Hedge didn't have time to stand around and clarify...
"Just help us get this mess cleaned up and I won't tell the boss, okay?"
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Post by Killer on Jun 20, 2003 22:54:53 GMT -5
Killer mutters irritably under his breath, losing his sense of humor at the prospect of having to do more work. He pulls a push-broom out of the closet and starts sweeping the meat into a pile. It becomes obvious that he prefers to grumble rather than whistle while he works.
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Post by Hedge on Jun 21, 2003 6:16:25 GMT -5
Hedge begins to mimic Killer's grumbling and starts moving stools and tables around throwing the meats into a cart she retrieved from the kitchen... suddenly, in all the mess, she spies a big juicy slab of tender roast beef... she can't help but lick her chops at the sight (and smell) of it... looking around to make sure no one sees her, she quickly picks up the hunk of meat in her mouth and then, looking around again, casually saunters to the back room to hide it in her secret hiding place....
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Post by SunFlash on Jun 21, 2003 6:51:30 GMT -5
SunFlash shook her pelt, and walked over to Killer "Need a little help in cleaning up?"
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Post by Killer on Jun 22, 2003 21:04:26 GMT -5
Killer stops in mid-grumble and looks up at SunFlash, then glances at the mess surrounding him.
"If ya wanna," he shrugs a bit, "I think there's a cooler with wheels on it behind the bar. We could load this stuff into it and it'd be easier to get things cleaned up if ya can find it."
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Post by SunFlash on Jun 23, 2003 13:35:45 GMT -5
SunFlash nodded "Oh, ok" she looked around, and saw it. She trotted for the cooler, and pushed it towards Hedge
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