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Everything in my refrigerator is gone.

*drops into a classic boxing position, knees bent and fists out and ready*

"Let's go a round. See who's going an' see who's gone."

*laughs incredulously, looking Kowalski up and down*

"You cannot be serious."

*spreads his hands in a 'WHAT?!' gesture*

"Why not?"

*laughter dies out until an amused smile is fixed on his face. Rests his hands on his waist*

"You wanna fight me? Wanna have another go? For what?"

*is silent as he seems to ponder for the first time. His posture eventually relaxes*

"Yeah, you're right. Lets do pizza instead. Not Fred. Fred can happily grow to himself."

*tilts his head, looking pleased with himself. He would rather eat pizza than Kowalski's fist anyway*

"Only if it's on your dime. Like you said, I'm wearing all my money."

"Can't you like... trade a watch or something?"

*unconsciously covers his wrist*

"No. Can't you like...trade your mouth or something?"

"Nah. Need it to eat."

"I doubt you'd find anyone willing to pay good money for it anyway. Not enough for good pizza."

"Known a couple women who'd disagree."

*smirks* "Just women?"

"Yeah, not going there. And no comments about drivin' the tour bus."

*holds up his palms* "Whatever you say, rentboy. You buying this pizza or what? I think my stomach's started digesting itself."

Edited 2008-07-24 23:18 (UTC)

"Great image. Thanks. I wanna fulfill my appetite. Not destroy it. There's the door. I'm right behind ya."

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