🎵 Believe it or not, Hugh isn't at home 🎵 🎷 Please leave a message at the beep 🎷 🎶 I must be out, or I'd pick up the phone 🎶 🎺 Where could I be? Believe it or not, I'm not home! 🎺
[ Wade's car isn't hard to find, especially now that Logan knows Wade—sorry, Waddles—works with Karen. In an effort not to completely destroy the door because he's not trying to be a dick (this time), Logan coat-hangers his way past the passenger door lock.
Whenever Wade returns, he'll find a new fuzzy addition dangling from the rear view mirror. The fur matches.
There's also something a little more real sitting on the dash: a six-inch tactical blade, a modest upgrade to the shitty knife Wade's been using. Stuck to it is a note that reads: Lose this and I'll kill you. ]
[At least he didn't leave a card intended for a Waddles. He's never living that down, huh.
It's when he's about to go out for a quick trip to the diner (to steal a few loaves of bread) that he pops in, turns the Beetle's heating on full blast, and readjusts his seat sharp enough that one of the dice hits him in the face.
Wait a second. He sniffs. Why's it smell like Jack Daniels's closest generic brand competitor in here? Of course, he's got three guesses. First two don't count. The note seals it.
It's no shitty knife he found stuck in a table somewhere, either. She's beautiful. She's got a beautiful aura, so she needs a beautiful name. Like Kitty.
Of course Logan's not doing that with no response:]
you shouldnt have done that. you have no idea the amount of damage i can do with six inches
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ho ho ho motherfucker.
Whenever Wade returns, he'll find a new fuzzy addition dangling from the rear view mirror. The fur matches.
There's also something a little more real sitting on the dash: a six-inch tactical blade, a modest upgrade to the shitty knife Wade's been using. Stuck to it is a note that reads: Lose this and I'll kill you. ]
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It's when he's about to go out for a quick trip to the diner (to steal a few loaves of bread) that he pops in, turns the Beetle's heating on full blast, and readjusts his seat sharp enough that one of the dice hits him in the face.
Wait a second. He sniffs. Why's it smell like Jack Daniels's closest generic brand competitor in here? Of course, he's got three guesses. First two don't count. The note seals it.
It's no shitty knife he found stuck in a table somewhere, either. She's beautiful. She's got a beautiful aura, so she needs a beautiful name. Like Kitty.
Of course Logan's not doing that with no response:]
you shouldnt have done that. you have no idea the amount of damage i can do with six inches
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