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*Big Mean Carl is loping through the halls, his enormous schnozz working like a bellows pump*
BMC: SOMEONE around here has PASTA.
Snookie *following in half trepidation, half morbid curiosity* And this concerns you how exactly? Heh heh, I thought you preferred cute furry animals, Rugboy.
BMC: You keep quiet, Plaidboy, or else! *whirls and glares* This smell is making me very...HUNGRY...and has anyone told you your head is sort of like an orrichette?
Snookie: Ah, heh heh, ohlookatthetime... *puff of dust swirls in hall and flat feet slap loudly back toward the apt*
BMC: Hmf. That hog wasn't NEARLY as tasty coming back up... Must've been the hair gel. Bleh. *tummy rumbles; two nearby paintings shudder and fall off the walls* Hey! THERE it is! *bangs hopefully on door to apt 5* Ahem. Uh...LAND SHARK!
*Kris peeks from safety of doorway down the hall* I don't think he's getting in with that one.
*hopefully* Maybe Piggy's home?
The big guy does seem to be in need of a pork chop, yes...
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