04-09-2009, 04:22 PM
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[/html]Dutch heard the male snarl. He put his delicate little nose in the air, thinking how rude this man was being. After all, Dutch was not a threat to anyone, except to his doofus of a brother, Ril'o. But he avoided him at all costs. Taking his thoughts back onto the male in front of him, he let out a snarl and frown of his own. Then, the man took a long, deep swig of his beer. It was cold and icy on his throat and burned like hell, but that's the part of drinking that always gave Dutch pleasure.
"Why, of course it matters, you fool. I can't make fun of you if I don't know you're name," Dutch curtly replied, sounding as if what he was saying was totally obvious. "I'm Dutch Biler'a and I hate myself and my life. What about you, bud?" The man added, sloppily collapsing to the ground.