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Post by barker520 on Apr 14, 2008 20:46:32 GMT -5
Rurke laughed and sat down on his bed. Removing his boots, he called back to his brother. "Remember that girl you liked last year, what was her name, Lacy? The one you kept sneaking off to every night to fuck in that old barn? Well I fucked her first. She was pretty good, eh?"
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Post by Flex on Apr 14, 2008 20:51:36 GMT -5
"Shame you fucked the wrong end!" Tuske roared as he sat back down. "It's the back hole you want, not the cunt! Can't be doing with children!"
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Post by barker520 on Apr 14, 2008 20:54:15 GMT -5
Rurke fell into inexhaustible laughter at this statement. Finally, he breathed easily and laid on the bed. "No wonder you are smelled like shit..." he muttered, barely able to control his laughter again.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 14, 2008 20:55:21 GMT -5
Brother Hargold listens quietly to the two brothers for awhile, before losing his patience.
"Shut the hell up! Clearly you morons have plenty of energy, despite spending the whole voyage up from the south blowing each other. Well if you need to expend energy, we'll expend energy. I want each of you to tag bags of gravel up from storage and lay it out on the wall."
His angry tone brooks no opposition.
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Post by barker520 on Apr 14, 2008 20:56:29 GMT -5
Rurke shuffles out of the building to do his duty. As soon as he was outside he broke into laughter again.
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Post by Flex on Apr 14, 2008 20:57:27 GMT -5
Tuske followed his brother and could also not help but laugh. He leant close to his brother and said "I wonder what he did to get sent to the wall. Probably fuck a pig, hah!"
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Post by barker520 on Apr 14, 2008 20:59:47 GMT -5
Rurke would have found the comment amusing until he saw the bags of gravel they were going to have to life and carry. "Fuck."
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Post by Flex on Apr 14, 2008 21:03:15 GMT -5
"Oh fucking shit! You fucking bastard! FUCK!" Tuskes voice could be heard all over Eastwatch. He grimaced and pick up the first bag. Tuske was a big man, 6'4'' and heavily muscled from working as a smith, but this bag was heavy. Very heavy.
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Post by barker520 on Apr 14, 2008 21:05:21 GMT -5
Rurke's back ached something fierce by the time he got to the third bag. "Fuck!"
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Post by Flex on Apr 14, 2008 21:06:48 GMT -5
Tuske finished bringing his last bag up before his brother and waited for him at the top. "Come on you fucking weakling!" he shouted, still panting. "I can't wait all day for you!"
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Post by barker520 on Apr 14, 2008 21:08:40 GMT -5
Rurke scowled at him and finally reached the top. "Fuck. This is fuckin' high." Suddenly, he said, "Weakling, eh?" Laughing, he leaned into one of the bags his brother had carried and shoved it over the edge of the wall.
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Post by Flex on Apr 14, 2008 21:13:18 GMT -5
"You fucking IDIOT!" Tuske shouted as he saw what his brother had done. "That pig fucker is going to make you pick up every bit of fucking gravel!" Then he began to laugh. "With any luck some wildlings will spot you and shove and axe in your ugly face!"
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Post by barker520 on Apr 14, 2008 21:14:13 GMT -5
Rurke laughed. "Maybe we should get Pig Fucker up here and throw him to the wildlings, aye? I bet they're hungry for some pig fucker meat."
He suddenly shoved another bag over the side.
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Post by Flex on Apr 14, 2008 21:16:40 GMT -5
"That's it!" Tuske roared and picked up his brother. He held him high over his head and made as if to throw him over the wall. After letting him hang over the edge for a while, Tuske set his brother down again and looked around, checking to see the commander hadn't noticed.
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Post by barker520 on Apr 14, 2008 21:18:00 GMT -5
Rurke, equally relieved that he hadn't shit his pants than the fact that he was still alive, looked around for a moment before saying, "Shit, maybe we should spread this gravel out."
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Hope you all are well and happy.