"If i knew, I wouldn't be in my moral fucking debate right now. So please... for the love of.. whatever god you worship, let me do my job, and figure out what the fuck, cuz it doesn't smell right." He mumbled around his glass, and finished the first one. He picked up the next one nearly immediately,<b><i>Or, you could just kill him Keenst, then kill the bag of bones, and all our troubles would be over. <br/>
</i></b><br/>Keenst sighed and looked over to the skeleton. "Mind? Kinda makin' everyone stare at me, because you don't know how to mind your own business..."<b><i>See? Just causing us trouble, what the fuck is wrong with this dog toy? </i></b>