Aftermath

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Uh......well....how...do we get him...here?

[Lissachoa]

J: "You believe in defieling graves with a shovel?"

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*Shrugs*

It's all superstitious nonsense, in my opinion.

Let's go for it.

[Lissachoa]

J: "right, best to leave Choa here to gather her thoughts on what's going on"

you smell funny.

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Ok, then.

TO CALIFORNIA!!

*batman swishy thing*

[Lissachoa]

J: ".....I'll just call a plane."

*coughs* geh, what's going on?

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That batman thing usually works T_T

Oh. You're normal, again. Whatever that means. *Pats Choa's head*
Tamaide~!
We're going to go to California...on..a..business trip. <_<

[Lissachoa]

oh...alright then, you two have fun, I gotta go pick up Cain.

*gets up and wobbels a bit*

Hey, thanks for replying to my e-mail J.

J: " no problem...now where is that twinke weiner sandwich you promised"

.....when you get back?

J: " I knew it -_-; lets go."

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Hey, how come he gets stuff, while I get nothing? >:
Eh. T_T I knew I'd get ripped off.

LEZGO!

~ Together they took the first flight to the US. Long hours, uncomfortable seats and terrible food, it would all be worth it. Or so they thought.

It would take more than a day for Ammy to get through her jetlag, but there isn't time for a nap. Not just yet, anyway. Her heart was racing as she looked over the 6 feet deep pit, with anticipation. There laid the wooden casket, now damaged from maggot and insect infestations. She wiped the sweat off her brow, and dusted her dirt covered slacks. Resting on the shovel, she turned to Jason. ~

This is it, I hope.

[Lissachoa]

J: *looks at the grave stone* "Yep, this is the one." *jumps down and strugges to get the cascket out of the hole and lift's it up before placing it ont he surface and hops out* "Alright, lets get this bad boy open..." *with that he jabs his colven claws into the the coffin lid and rips it off carefully revealing Murdocs corps*

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........................
I wonder how much his skull would sell for on Ebay..

[Lissachoa]

J: *tilts his head to the side* "Hmmmmmm.....no, no, we need to focuse....is that a gold ring? I bet people would bid thousands....."

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*Picks it out, looking at it*

Yea, I bet.
Okay *shoves it in my pocket*

We need to make a few things clear. First off, before he totally comes to his senses we should bring him into a hospital and get him checked. Then, we'll tell him he's been in a coma for the past....1 and a half years. ~_~ And that everything he heard and saw before that were just dreams.
u: Does that make sense?

[Lissachoa]

J: *Eating a sandwich* "Huh?...or, right got it, hospital, tells a few lies and send him on his way."

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BU Yes, Morphius.
Also, we have to..kinda..change..the thing with his death certificate and stuff. S: