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**Kilgamayan** · 12-4-2004, 07:59 PM

Of the remaining prisoners, QreepyBORIS was shoved forward to the bard by several pairs of hands. "We have decided, Premier. This man is a spy."

Qreepy was noticably upset. "Are you people mad? I'm not a spy! I have been Russian citizen all my life!"

The other prisoners and Qreepy started a shouting match, while Romanov sank into thought at this development.

General Boris arrived just then. "Ah, Comrade Premier. Have the prisoners made a choice yet?"

Romanov nodded. "Yes, they have picked one in the front."

"Good. All right, scum, come with me."

"Wait, General."

Boris stopped. Romanov's voice was surprising even.

"When taking care of this one...please do it as quickly as possible."

Boris was puzzled, but did not question is leader. "I will do as you wish, Comrade Premier."

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Iy is now Night 3. PMs from those I require them of, please.

12-4-2004, 07:59 PM	#314
Kilgamayan Super Scooter Happy Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: Location, Location. Age: 39 Posts: 6,583	Of the remaining prisoners, QreepyBORIS was shoved forward to the bard by several pairs of hands. "We have decided, Premier. This man is a spy." Qreepy was noticably upset. "Are you people mad? I'm not a spy! I have been Russian citizen all my life!" The other prisoners and Qreepy started a shouting match, while Romanov sank into thought at this development. General Boris arrived just then. "Ah, Comrade Premier. Have the prisoners made a choice yet?" Romanov nodded. "Yes, they have picked one in the front." "Good. All right, scum, come with me." "Wait, General." Boris stopped. Romanov's voice was surprising even. "When taking care of this one...please do it as quickly as possible." Boris was puzzled, but did not question is leader. "I will do as you wish, Comrade Premier." --- Iy is now Night 3. PMs from those I require them of, please. __________________ I watched clouds awobbly from the floor o' that kayak. Souls cross ages like clouds cross skies, an' tho' a cloud's shape nor hue nor size don't stay the same, it's still a cloud an' so is a soul. Who can say where the cloud's blowed from or who the soul'll be 'morrow? Only Sonmi the east an' the west an' the compass an' the atlas, yay, only the atlas o' clouds.