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Post by Barricade-3 on Aug 21, 2008 14:40:54 GMT -5
Thank you Duskwing. Barricade throttles down a feral smirk as the Seeker conveniently narrows Barricade's search area.
"Whatever," he growls, instead, making absolutely no move to stall Duskwing's departure. "Hope you suck a bird down your turbines, slagger." That was rude and jackafty enough, right? And it might even make things difficult for his alternate when everything comes home to roost. It's hard for the Saleen to stifle the wicked giggle that wants to rise up from within - perhaps a little less Galahad and a little more Lancelot. There's definitely some tarnish on this knight errant. Or maybe Galahad was just having a bad doy...
Provided that Duskwing doesn't decide to stick around after all and avenge that last crack, Barricade will be on his way off in the direction that the Seeker had indicated, stalking along, just as soon as Duskwing clears the area.
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Duskwing
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"What the slag happened?"
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Post by Duskwing on Aug 21, 2008 19:31:56 GMT -5
Duskwing was miles away by the time his processor sorted out Barricade's last comment. "Dat lousy slag-filter! I'll give him a bird one-a-dese-days!"
It was too much bother to go back and look for him, and would stretch out his patrol that much longer. Bah. Duskwing continued on with his slow cruise around the city perimeter.
Someday, Barricade would undoubtly be mystified when something vaguely like a four-winged goose got dropped on his windshield from a great height--but not today.
--- Duskwing out-of-thread
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