Ah, I can be done gloating and get back to pant-wetting terror in three seconds, but I doubt that I'd waste time with that when I could be feeding your remains to the velociraptor chained to my bed. Sorry, Beri, but you'd have died for a good cause.
You're still growing. When you're as old as we are, you'll be taller, there'll be more to chomp down on before any vital organs are reached or you die of blood loss. <3
If, perchance, we are both chained to the same bed for some crazy reason (having trouble coming up with sane excuses), you have my permission to use any dismembered arm or leg to pummel said velociraptor.
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Must've been the karate training. That I had more than twelve years ago. And quit because of the bully jerks attending it. *ahem*
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