7.25.2007
Reginald's Short, Sweet Monologue
The radiant leopard made 100 gp on the Cash Cab.
Unfortunately, the cab driver got some cancer.
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Okay, you guys take Reginald's stuff, tie him up, and wake him up. He's pretty pissed. "Not this again! Where'd you guys come from anyway? I'm the Last Man on Earth!"
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Anyway, you leave Reginald outside and enter his home. "Hey, you can't do that! I live there!" You enter a nice living room- large sliding glass door. Ooh... refreshing. He's got the AC on. It's a balmy 70 degrees, maybe 65?
There's some food, some wine, some clothes, and some other stuff. In a large bedroom, there's a huge poster of a bunch of dudes all dressed up.
Unfortunately, the cab driver got some cancer.
...
Okay, you guys take Reginald's stuff, tie him up, and wake him up. He's pretty pissed. "Not this again! Where'd you guys come from anyway? I'm the Last Man on Earth!"
...
Anyway, you leave Reginald outside and enter his home. "Hey, you can't do that! I live there!" You enter a nice living room- large sliding glass door. Ooh... refreshing. He's got the AC on. It's a balmy 70 degrees, maybe 65?
There's some food, some wine, some clothes, and some other stuff. In a large bedroom, there's a huge poster of a bunch of dudes all dressed up.
Labels: cancer's not funny
