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any problem you can't solve by yourself can be solved with either duck-tape, or a gun -me

homicide with love @folf182

Age 29, Male

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In here *touches heart*

Joined on 1/18/10

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murder at Scotland Yard, eh?
that's crazy. the massacre at the end. i most certainly could not voiceact that.

Oh, that's okay. I don't expect you to act out a massacre :3

*sips dr. pepper*
They made more. You should re-stock.

I tried, but they gave me this imitation mt. Thunder.... CAN FIGHT!!!! incoming soda grenade! *shakes can & throws it at innocent bystander*

Oh shit... I think shes dead.
*checks body*
Yeah, definetly dead. Your a murderer. And she was pregnant with tripletes. So I geuss its a homocide.
*sips Dr. Pepper*
*sees guy calling police*

Oh noes! *kills guy before he could finish description* problem solved! ^-^

What about that guy?

He's a mute... and blind

Huh, whats the guy next to him doing?
*random guy informs blindy with brail*
*blindy uses brail pay phone and dials 9 1*

But he's a mute :P

*while blindy created that destraction random guy called police*
*random guy tells adress to police*

Aw screw it <kills cops> there....

Oh god... those weren't police.... those were orphans...
*hears sirens*
Wow, they a re really taking a while, they haven't even got here yet...

... No they weren't, they were the children of the corn. *everyone forgets about my murders and has a celeboratory picnic, and it was nice*

*cops find finger in macaroni salad*

*cops beat Mr. Smith for making it*

*cops actually beat up Omi*
(and yes, it just got PERSONAL)

*Omi eats police officer* you shouldn't beat up military test subjects... Tard.

Mr. Anderson.
i trust you got my package?
good.
surprised to see me?

you said Mr. smith, so i just had to put in that bit from the matrix.

Heh, lol

btw. send me a pm. i wanna ask you something.

I trust NO ONE! Remember? Use my gmail that's why I gave it to ya.

*finger reveals to be live orphan that suvived and witnessed event*

... Your finger's a orphan?

Oh thats not my finger, its yours.
*looks at Omi holding bloody meat cleaver*

Omi: I think this is yours. <hands butcher his cleaver>
butcher: thanks, kid! How'd you get this anyway?
Omi: xxxMike gave it to me
butcher: thanks, COME HERE YA THEIF!
<chases xxxMike>