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| 30 degrees below | Started by: Coltrane on May 14, '17 23:36 |
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"Fucking christ... it's hella cold out here. I'm black I wasn't born for this kinda temperature..." managed to say Coltrane, through the constant chattering of his teeth. The cold air of the Antarctic had fallen below 30 degrees celcius, and he could feel the cold wind slipping inside his skin, reaching his bones. His fancy wolf fur jacket didn't really help him at all it seemed, now all wet and heavy from the snow constantly falling down on the two men. Walking at his right was John-Dillinger, which he loved to call Dickinger. Now Antarctica rarely had any visitors , there was a rumor however that a crew of penguins, was lurking around. The wild desert of ice was huge, pure white as far as the eye could see. Coltrane stood there, wondering what the hell they where doing out there. Oh yeah, he remembered. A treasure. Johnny Dickinger thought there was a god damn treasure out there. "Putain mon ami.... when the fuck is your treasure coming up?" he asked, starting to grow a bit impatient, due to his high levels of exhaustion. They needed the cash thought, he could refuse to be the richest motherfucker in the buisness. So he just stood there, surrounded by the whitest decor of his life, waiting for an answer from his bitch... hum friend. |
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"Its over there! The penguins are hiding it." Said John shivering and rubbing his arms through his ocelot fur coat, it helped with the cold...Well that and being white as fuck...White people have a resistance to the cold, or so his momma told him. "I'm sure it'll make me...Us rich as fuck, we can buy hoes, i can finally get that car!" He said with pure joy as the two men started getting closer to a group of penguins. "Hey, you think there's things can communicate?" |
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| Reply by: John-Dillinger at May 14, '17 23:54 | |
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He looked at his friend with a look of disbelief. "Mon ami... are you fucking retarded?" He couldn't believe it. How was that a legitimate question, could penguins communicate? Of course they could! Or else they would've been wiped out by a rival crew, for sure. "Yes they can... I heard penguin prostitution is pretty big over here as well. It could be our jackpot man!" |
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| Reply by: Coltrane at May 15, '17 22:26 | |
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John crossed his arms and sulked a little, "No..I'm not retarded..My mother calls me special though.." he said scratching his head before seeing a penguin with some shitty makeup and a thong standing on an iceberg. He took Coltrane by the arm and divert his attention in another direction. "So, erm...I Kinda lied, maybe a little...I don't know what the fuck we're out here for.. i just wanted to see a penguin up close." He chuckled and tried to take a cigarette from his pocket. |
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| Reply by: John-Dillinger at May 15, '17 23:13 | |
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Coltrane chuckled along with Dickinger. His ears where so frozen he could barely make out what his bitch, no friend, was saying. All he heard was : "I've always wanted.... see penguin.... close." And that was hella funny. He then noticed the fabulous looking penguin hooker, standing tall and proud on top of the iceberg. They looked so damn hot, with their flappy wings, the bright orange beak and the plamed feet. He couldn't keep it inside, he had to talk about it to someone else. "Hey, you know what? I've always dreamed of reproducing with a penguin, you know? To see what kind of babies it makes...." |
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| Reply by: Coltrane at May 16, '17 00:05 | |
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