The Hangout: Deach =/= win.

[Dr Mario]

Salutations.

That is far too polite a greeting for this gathering of wretches, good sir.

[Ivolt]

Hola.
How's your day?

[Evans]

That is far too polite a greeting for this gathering of wretches, good sir.

My apologies, then. *passes finger in ass and rubs it under Ray's nose*

[Evans]

Hola.
How's your day?

I should go wrap those gifts at some point.

[Raype]

My apologies, then. *passes finger in ass and rubs it under Ray's nose*

*licks finger*

Tastes like shit.

[Evans]

And I shall do just that. Laters, gents. *tilts hat*

[Evans]

*licks finger*

Tastes like shit.

I can't believe it's not butt. /gone

[Dr Mario]

I should go wrap those gifts at some point.

It's Christmas Day here. I still haven't wrapped the gifts yet.

I might want to get onto that sometime in the next few hours.

[Raype]

Well I'm off as well.

I should probably eat something, then hope that certain people have finished sleeping off the effects of last night.

What? Me? An alcoholic? No way!

/gone

[Dr Mario]

Well I'm off as well.

I should probably eat something, then hope that certain people have finished sleeping off the effects of last night.

What? Me? An alcoholic? No way!

Bastard. I've only got one bottle of alcohol in the house and I'm saving it for NYE.

[Dr Mario]

Yep. I can definitely kill a hangout.

[SA-X]

Yep. I can definitely kill a hangout.

[Dr Mario]

I reckon I could kill MacGuyver as well.

[Evans]

I've got about 8 hours to kill.

[Dr Mario]

I've got about 8 hours to kill.

Why?