*Thought staggers into the room, a crossbow bolt stuck into his leg.*
Damn barbarian! Day_Dreamer, you have to exert some control over her! And who employeed her as the security guard, anyway? I've half a mind...
*Thought trails off lamely, noticing Blackie cowering behind a table.*
Terribly sorry about that, blackie, thought you were someone else. So...er...welcome.
*Thought quickly reads Blackies post.*
Huzzah! Someone I can talk stargate with. You are most definately welcome.
Dur...whats a stargate?
Long story Krack. I'm sure Blackie will explain it to you, though.
*Thought quickly vacates the forum, leaving a trail of blood and bewilderment in his wake. His cursing can be heard as the barbarian trips him up on the stairs.*
---Thought---
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