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Post by Matt on Aug 30, 2008 17:15:05 GMT -5
Matt ignored his stomach and continued with his game.
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Post by Mello on Aug 30, 2008 17:23:07 GMT -5
Mello licked across the top of his chocolate, trying to make it melt.
"There's some cereal as well. Unless you can't be bothered to get up at all."
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Post by Matt on Aug 30, 2008 17:27:31 GMT -5
"Won't you make me food?"
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Post by Mello on Aug 30, 2008 17:31:48 GMT -5
"Why would I do that? I'm not your servant. I have food, anyway."
He showed Matt his half eaten chocolate bar.
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Post by Matt on Aug 30, 2008 17:32:33 GMT -5
"Cigarrettes aren't for eating."
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Post by Mello on Aug 30, 2008 17:39:18 GMT -5
"Well why should I get you something? Get off your ass and do it yourself. Pacman will wait."
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Post by Matt on Aug 30, 2008 17:43:40 GMT -5
He frowned and stared at the screen.
"I'll die if you don't feed me."
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Post by Mello on Aug 30, 2008 17:50:03 GMT -5
"Are you my dog now?" Mello asked with a laugh
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Post by Matt on Aug 30, 2008 17:51:28 GMT -5
"Okay. Woof. Will you feed me?"
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Post by Mello on Aug 30, 2008 17:54:02 GMT -5
"I don't know if there's any dog food. I could fish some chicken bones out of the bin."
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Post by Matt on Sept 2, 2008 12:32:08 GMT -5
"Okay. Quickly."
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Post by Mello on Sept 2, 2008 12:33:47 GMT -5
Mello laughed.
"Okay then."
He went to the kitchen, opening the top of the bin.
"There's half a sandwich in here too."
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Post by Matt on Sept 2, 2008 12:35:16 GMT -5
"What about the big fridge-shaped bin?"
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Post by Mello on Sept 2, 2008 12:36:31 GMT -5
"Chocolate. Mine. Some stuff I'd need to heat up. Mouldy cheese."
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Post by Matt on Sept 2, 2008 12:37:20 GMT -5
"Heat please."
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