Mission 01 - Recovery: Group 1
Cybil, Dr. McNinja, Dark Smoke Puncher, Plays-in-Traffic, One-Leaf-Ear, Geoff, and Dean all set off in one direction through the tall, skinny, blueish trees. Even the way the leaves rustles might have sounded a little different to some.
Occasionally, they came across strange trails in the underbrush, like a very small fire had scooted purposefully across the ground.
Occasionally, they came across strange trails in the underbrush, like a very small fire had scooted purposefully across the ground.
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"Oh GOD! Thank you! I've been telling him to knock it off for years!"
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Oh, how he wished. How he WISHED he could talk normally, but if his BROTHER knew he was faking and his PARENTS found out, then there would be QUESTIONS and QUESTIONS lead to CONCLUSIONS about certain things he didn't want his parents to KNOW.
So, sadly, he was still talking like 50-Cent. "And this is how I talk, yo. As my bro just told you, dawg."