07-02-2007, 09:52 PM
"God damn it sucks down here" the trained technican thought to himself as he shot the eight ball into the cornor pocket. His head peered up at the stairs that lead to the door. The one door that stood in his way. Freedom was just beyond that point, it was now or never.
Placing his right hand in the shape of horns he brought it up to his forhead, and turned to the door.
"I'M A SHERMAN TANK!!!!!!" He charged, his skull rattling the wooden door but not liberating him from his captivity.
"FUCKING HIPPIES...I HOPE THEM MAFIA SCUM RIP YOU LIMB FROM LIMB!!!"
Placing his right hand in the shape of horns he brought it up to his forhead, and turned to the door.
"I'M A SHERMAN TANK!!!!!!" He charged, his skull rattling the wooden door but not liberating him from his captivity.
"FUCKING HIPPIES...I HOPE THEM MAFIA SCUM RIP YOU LIMB FROM LIMB!!!"