"You wouldn't happen to be the famous android bounty hunter, Arrivederci Jackknife, would you?" The cyborg's sizzling red eye glared at the mysterious stranger across the vantablackjack table, who pounded back another shot of synthwhiskey in reply.
"Maybe I am," he growled. "Depends on if you want to stay quiet and walk out of here alive, or if you want to get perforated with 837 rounds of EMP-tipped nano-lead."
Outside the rain fell like contraband diamonds from God's 3D printer in the sky.
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A cat I used to have when I was younger, called Babushka (my mother named her after the song, her sister was called Pinkle Purr after the cat in the A.A.Milne poem), had this old woolen cardigan that became hers, that she used to crawl inside the sleeve of, and then just... flop. except all her limbs would stick right out, rigid. And she'd just lay there and purr and pad gently inside the sleeve for hours... I miss that doofus ;w;
DONATIONS for getting my girlfriend to me so she's not almost homeless!!
hi i know im not on here much anymore and sorry to ask for everyone's help again but we're close to my gf finally being able to stay w me after after she's been stuck halfway for a few weeks! we just need gas money! https://www.gofundme.com/help-me-bring-my-girlfriend-to-a-safe-home
yeah i'm moving over to chitter.xyz now. Soooo go there! I'm there now.