"No," Voodoo says, not breaking eye contact with the thing.
(Right now, his thoughts are running the gamut between so this is what a white chick in a slasher movie feels like and great going, idiot, you just offered yourself up as a morning snack for Post-Nuclear Oogieboogie #5318.)
As his hand creeps up to the pistol in his chest rig:
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Date: 2015-05-27 03:45 am (UTC)(Right now, his thoughts are running the gamut between so this is what a white chick in a slasher movie feels like and great going, idiot, you just offered yourself up as a morning snack for Post-Nuclear Oogieboogie #5318.)
As his hand creeps up to the pistol in his chest rig:
"Why?"