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Dear Reader, Welcome to the Suite. Suite 206 doesn't hold back, we also usually don't edit our posts before publishing. We're amused by lolcats, ROLFcons, and we like to put z's on the end of our words to make them awesomer. Leave us a comment. We'll likely reply with some snarky remarks. Cheers, The Suite Authors
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1 comment:
I believe we should call said heroic crow "Sanchez" in rememberance of the crow Dr. Jan Itor befriended on Scrubs and sent out as his assassin of awesomeness. That being said, I think that Sanchez, with his ability to scavenge for shiny objects would win after picking up a nickel-plated Desert Eagle with a full clip. He'd wing toward the squirrel army caw-cawing "screw you damn rodents" and let the piece loose. A barrage of hot lead from the sky would cut down the rabid squirrels leaving nothing but steaming, silent squirrel meat: a delicassy for Seattle bums.
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