Do you not wanna be drunk buddies? That hurts, man. That hurts.
[ does it. doesn't really sound like it does. fwump lands the shirt on top of his own head, laying down half the spikes of his hair; it only falls off as he circles the pool, the sound of his belt buckle clinking as he paws off the rest of his clothing, walking right out of his discarded pants. ]
Sure, sure. [ the shirt just falls off of his head too, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake. ]
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[ does it. doesn't really sound like it does. fwump lands the shirt on top of his own head, laying down half the spikes of his hair; it only falls off as he circles the pool, the sound of his belt buckle clinking as he paws off the rest of his clothing, walking right out of his discarded pants. ]
Sure, sure. [ the shirt just falls off of his head too, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake. ]