Playing with Fire
Foxxy has entered the chat room
Foxxy: Hello, anyone out there? Answer me ppl!!!
Quickfire: Hi there Foxxy.
Foxxy: Quickfire what U up to?
Quickfire: In room. Parents are fighting.
Quickfire: Old man is being a dick again. Stole from mom. Get this, from my f***ing college fund. So much for Yale.
Foxxy: That a** !! Any way to raise the money back?
Quickfire: Yeah, shoot him. That's about the only money left at this point. Should put a bullet through that man's head.
Foxxy: Lol can't do that. They would throw you into a prison quicker than he could hit the ground. No, you have to be a little more creative then that.
Foxxy: Well, you don't want to end up in prison do you? lol think again.
Quickfire: Umm… Poison maybe laudanum in that crappy brandy he constantly drinks. U know do the whole Claudia thing.
Foxxy: Can see the headlines now "Ode to the movies, drunken dick meets his end, vampire style" lol. I like that, but no to easily traced. Think again. Oh hey, if we're going to do it movie style, Y don't U cut the break line? U know old school ; ).
Quickfire: Yeah, like I know where that is. Do U?
Foxxy: No lol.
Quickfire: Thanx your useful.
Foxxy: LMAO sorry.
Quickfire: Well that's out. What else?
Foxxy: I got it. Stab him.
Quickfire: And this is better than shooting him how?
Foxxy: Easy, U still have that wood chipper right?
Foxxy: And your neighbor still has those rotties right?
Foxxy: Well, U remember that time your old man said that U will never amount to a pile of dog s***.
Foxxy: Karma. Lol
Quickfire: LMAO. Perfect.
Foxxy: If only, right?
Foxxy: Quickfire, U still there?
Quickfire has left the chat room.