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Holmes: ::pimps into the locked cellar::
Funnyjoke: ::she straightened out her miniskirt::
Mister Rectangle: He stood before the entrance, looking from side to side,
his face remained consealed:
Mister Rectangle: (Add a " : " to the beginning)
Funnyjoke: ::one hand rested on her flat stomach, looks around::
Mister Rectangle: :As he looked from side to side, he noticed there were
only a few:
Funnyjoke: ::glances at holmes, then at mister::
Mister Rectangle: :He stepped forth, he paid no mind to the "pimpin" one,
but kept a sharp eye on the woman:
Holmes: is this some kind of drug ballard ::gives a shrug::
Mister Rectangle: :He stopped, his head shifted slowly as he looked to the
woman again:
Funnyjoke: ::she glanced at mister, looked him up and down, then glanced
around the room::
Mister Rectangle: :Apon seeing her glance, he began stepping closer to her:
Mister Rectangle: :That billowing cloud of light smoke circling her feet
and running along the floors:
Holmes: are you going to rape her or something? ::raises a brow::
Funnyjoke: ::looks at her feet::
Mister Rectangle: :He turns to the one asking the idiotic question:
Mister Rectangle: Foolish one, the Lord forbids such acts.
Mister Rectangle: As a warrior of the Holy Lamb I am not driven by such desire.
Funnyjoke: ::blinks, watches the two::
Holmes: where is this holy lamb, i need some lamb chops for dinner....
Mister Rectangle: :He turned, facing the man completely:
Holmes: ugh here goes the beating up ::sighs::
Funnyjoke: ::smirks at holmes' answer, looks at mister::
Mister Rectangle: I am the Holy Lamb.
Holmes: oh....
Mister Rectangle: Come and feed thyself, sinner.
Funnyjoke: ::steps away from the two::
Holmes: sorry your lambness...
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