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Post by rockabillyxdeadite on Jun 1, 2006 21:35:28 GMT -5
"Be gentel. This is a 1967 Nomad," he started the car and grinded the gears.
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Post by Yam on Jun 2, 2006 4:05:02 GMT -5
Vel grunted and held on. He didn't know what the fuck a 1967 Nomad meant. To him cars were lumps of metal that humans used to travel. They tended to rate pooly compared to the 500km/h things that ran through Hell.
"So where are you going?" he growled softly.
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Post by rockabillyxdeadite on Jun 2, 2006 22:24:42 GMT -5
"We're going to see a lawyer friend of mine," Nergal shouted out of the car window while doing near a hundred on a back-road, "and 'tween you and me, the only thing worse than a lawyer is one of those six-dicked Rape demons on the lower east side of Hell."
He darted through this road and that, until an hour or so, when he was at a trailer soo deep in the boonies, the forest looked to go upwards for several hundred yards. He got out and offered a hankerchief for all the bugs and such that had collided with the Demon-thing. "Sorry, had to take that deture through the swamp."
After that, he'd go up to the trailer and knock. "Perry! Perry! Get your old ass out here! We've got a legal dispute you need to take care of."
A balding, deep-eyed man in a wife-beater and dress-slacks came around the house with a double-barreled shotgun in his hands. "Xavier, I told you I'm not your abortion lawyer anymore. You knock up those groupies, and," He noticed the whole lack of life going on with Nergal, "oh. Mutant stuff." He lowered the gun and motioned for him to come inside, along with Yam.
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Post by Yam on Jun 3, 2006 9:00:09 GMT -5
"Why do you need lawyers? Just blast the shit out of whoever's pissing you off" Vel grunted as they drove. Hell had no lawers. Just events where one demon would beat the other one until death or defeat. Most demons prefered the former over the latter.
As the guy drove fast (for a human anyway), Vel begain to get pissed off. Especally since the forest was full of shit that seemed to stick to him. As soon as the car stopped, he took the tissue off Nergal and wiped himself down, as he went towards some shack that made the Beverly Hillbillies look like urban chic.
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