Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26593284-20160326034514/@comment-31232700-20160328054153

Moussaieff sat in the stands, tapping his foot impatiently. He adjusts his glasses.

MRD: I'm gonna kick them so hard that they will break all of their ribs and their ribs will stab their lungs and then they can't breathe and I can laugh while they die.

SoDG and MSD look a little bit terrified. MRD looks up at them, confused.

MRD: Something wrong?

SoDG: Nope.

MSD: Nothing. Go back to your self-motivation.

MRD shrugs and looks back down, muttering to himself.