Loony_BoB: *considers writing a fic about EoFF*
Nait: "Oh, please, don't," Stalin sighed as Raistlin slid down her right... Um.
Nait: What are those things that are on the shoulders and keep dresses up?
Loony_BoB: Please, don't >_<
Nait: What? =O
Loony_BoB: straps =P
Loony_BoB: Don't do an erotic one.
Nait: Straps, right.
Nait: Why not? =(
Loony_BoB: Coz nobody would enjoy it.
Nait: >=O
Loony_BoB: =P it's true.
Nait: I am certain the girls would find it amusing.
Loony_BoB:dunno
Nait: But I might use that beginning. >:D
Loony_BoB: xD
Loony_BoB: Whatever, man.I personally wouldn't mind seeing a fanfic based on the REAL personalities, but I guess that would be asking a bit much.
Loony_BoB: personalities and/or events*
Nait: I don't know anyone enough to know them.
Nait: "Mm, please, don't," Stalin whispered as Raistlin slid down her right-side strap.
"Don't worry, baby, your hubby won't be around here for hours... Mmmm."
They both fell down on the sitting-room couch, kissing passionately. He had his hands all over the place, when, suddenly, Stalin tensed, and stood up.
"What is it, baby?" Raistlin asked.
"I think I heard a car," she said nervously.
"Don't worry, it was probably nothing, come back here..."
Suddenly, the door was kicked open, and in the doorway stood an ominous figure, frothing, and waving a gun.
"Time to die, bitches!" Lana shouted and started firing the weapon randomly.
Loony_BoB: x_x
Nait: =o
Loony_BoB: *quotes*
