... mommy?

THAT'S IT.

STING. YOU. ME.

WRESTLE MATCH TO THE DEATH.

RAAARRR

Oi Sting, we start kissing at 8pm tonight!

Better not eat anything that has garlic in it.

So.

I've been staring at Stellar staring at a glass of water with some seaweed and a dead guppy floating 'round in it.

For the past three hours.

You know what this means? This means that I'M FUCKING BORED OUT OF MY SKULL HERE ENTERTAIN ME YOU WIMPS.

... hey is that Chaos?

[ooc: I'm baaack.]

Oi Stellar, what do you think of the number 8 for a building? Looks like there's less people to bother us in there too.

ZAFT losers: 4 6
Emo retards: 5 7
Wusses: 2
Drug dealers: 1
Pervert who wants his balls ripped off: 1

Anyone else wanna add to the count?

Anyway, seeing as how we've got a good source of angst here.

HEY EMO KIDS. C'MERE SO I CAN STRAP YOU TO ABYSS. Unit needs a refill already, stupid machine.


[ooc: and I forgot to add, idea from Shinn-mun, enabled by Sunny-mun. ♥ Everyone give love to these two!]

What is this, some special party for the dead event?

Guess I have to do that stupid introduction thing. Name's Auel Neider. Hobbies: drugs and basketball. Favourite things: drugs, Sting, Stellar... maybe. Hates: ZAFT losers, the crybabies. Favourite colour: uh. blue. Extra note: See that giant blue robot with shields on its shoulders? Touch it and I'll rip your hand off.

Now that that's over with, which one of you can tell me where the old hag at the fountain hides her crack?

If you don't know the answer to that, then at least tell me who pilots those other mobile suits.