Pestilence tried harder to look fine. "Oh, nothing's wrong, kid. Don't worry." He gave Pollution a smile and indicated down the hall with his head. "Anyway, there's nothing that a little biological pollution won't solve." He looked at Famine's possessive arm around Pollution. "Anyway, I wasn't joking, its time to celebrate."
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Date: 2005-12-15 05:35 am (UTC)