Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190616164504/@comment-5583506-20190711222325

DB Baxter wrote: "Well you see, I've actually gone face to face with that Shrike bitch and helped my pals out defusing a goddamn nuke... so how's about you fuck off back to whatever kennel you crawled out of and leave us productive folk in peace?" Rick suggested. Shanks raised an eyebrow. "Ain't nothing productive about a man whose skin is more likely to slide straight off your bones the more you keep flapping those rotten lips. But you do you, dead meat."

"Guys, can we stop?" Naomi asked, adjusting her coursair coat as she rolled her arm back. "This arguing won't help us in the slightest!"

"I'd agree, but since lil' hobgoblin here certainly is eager to chew me out, he should expect a dog to bite back. I ain't taking shit from walking talking mold."