05-07-2005, 07:18 AM
Thorton Marshall was by definition, a fanatic. Not drugs, not cars, not
women, not even money. Though he was rich, he didn't exclaim his wealth upon
such material items or possessions. Rather, he was an eclectic gatherer of
forbidden objects, items that were banned or prohibited from cultured society.
When he had heard his two co-workers leave, he scampered down to the vaults,
where voice/retina access scanners opened up his private cache. He leeringly
fingered the contents inside, and pressed them tightly against his face and
body in the darkness of the deserted studio. He lit an antique torch and
locked the doors outside the vault. Again he cradled himself against the
vault's contents...
Vegeta: Which are?
Mewtwo: Possibly smut
*Milk and Tetsuko enter the theater*
Ash: Hey it
women, not even money. Though he was rich, he didn't exclaim his wealth upon
such material items or possessions. Rather, he was an eclectic gatherer of
forbidden objects, items that were banned or prohibited from cultured society.
When he had heard his two co-workers leave, he scampered down to the vaults,
where voice/retina access scanners opened up his private cache. He leeringly
fingered the contents inside, and pressed them tightly against his face and
body in the darkness of the deserted studio. He lit an antique torch and
locked the doors outside the vault. Again he cradled himself against the
vault's contents...
Vegeta: Which are?
Mewtwo: Possibly smut
*Milk and Tetsuko enter the theater*
Ash: Hey it