[There it is, the title, uttered with sarcastic venom dripping from every syllable.]
You should know by now that I'm not the feelings guy.
[Rex is a fast runner, capable of achieving the kind of sprint times that would help his country win the Olympics- Well, for normal people. He's no Red Rush by far.
There is something unearthly amount the way these creatures move. Their filmy wings seem paper thin, fluttering at what feels like a a beat of a thousand time per minute, and they seem ravenous. Rex takes a sharp turn, then to jumping right over the roachy terror with Mark in hand, doing a flip in mid-air just to be a showy asshole.]
IF YOU GOTTA PUKE, AIM!
[That is yelled to Mark as Rex hits the bridge with a thud, positioning his shoulder against the ground to break their fall and prevent the other from sustaining much of the blow.]
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[There it is, the title, uttered with sarcastic venom dripping from every syllable.]
You should know by now that I'm not the feelings guy.
[Rex is a fast runner, capable of achieving the kind of sprint times that would help his country win the Olympics- Well, for normal people. He's no Red Rush by far.
There is something unearthly amount the way these creatures move. Their filmy wings seem paper thin, fluttering at what feels like a a beat of a thousand time per minute, and they seem ravenous. Rex takes a sharp turn, then to jumping right over the roachy terror with Mark in hand, doing a flip in mid-air just to be a showy asshole.]
IF YOU GOTTA PUKE, AIM!
[That is yelled to Mark as Rex hits the bridge with a thud, positioning his shoulder against the ground to break their fall and prevent the other from sustaining much of the blow.]