::grabs a jar of molasses and starts flinging gobs of it everywhere, hitting whoever is nearby (and that would be everyone except me):: I win.
::then nearly falls as she laughs her arse of as Nate is "tarred" and feathered:: heh.. ::takes the check from Nate:: thank you very much sir. ::runs off:: I WIN I WIN I WIN








):: I win.
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