AtmanRyu wrote:Nearby, a business convention was taking place, and the usual yadda yadda setting...
Suddenly, as I looked around for a moment, there I saw it...
A person that looked exactly like Fomhault Plebe!!
I'm not kidding! He looked just like him! (well, the only difference being that you could look through his glasses) Besides that, it was the same head shape; the same gritty expression; the same formal wear... I was simply freaked to see such uncanny resemblance to the character in the comic
Wallaroo_Blacke wrote:Hey, life does imitate art. That's all I got to say.
Gene wrote:Now, if you told me you saw Michael Alan Avariss at your meeting, then I'd be ready to freak out... O_O
cryoblade wrote:hmm how much ddr wereyou playing? ^.^; when i dance for like 4 hours straigh sometimes i see things too. like this one time i got all the steps on dynamite rave and this girl flirted wiht me. now i know thats not real! no girl flirts with me! X.X;; lets all hope he was a dance dance induced illusion and that such men dont exist... (dance arrows scroll by his face and he falls down in an epileptic seisure)
Elix wrote:Gene wrote:Now, if you told me you saw Michael Alan Avariss at your meeting, then I'd be ready to freak out... O_O
YOU would be ready to freak out, Gene? I'd be hurrying up on my plans to move to a remote rock.
UncleMonty wrote:Michael Alan Avariss turned slowly, then with a sharklike grin , spoke.
"We meet at last, Mr. Catlow. I have a few things to <I>discuss</I>with you."
He began striding across the room, but then stopped - with an expression of dread appearing on his face, as though he'd just found a cockroach at the bottom of his milkshake.
Gene was holding a small, rectangular, Pink Pearl eraser...
"You haven't been inked yet." He reminded Avariss.
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