10-29-2005, 05:19 AM
"My resturant? If it were my resturant, I'd have better straws, ones that can actualy drink all of the damned milkshake, as opposed to these mockeries of pastic everywhere!" Mullen felt himself beinging to blush, and calmed down. "No, I just want someone to heal my hand, and maybe..." the blush ran deeper, "...Maybe get my pigeon back from the rafters..."
In the ceiling, something went "coo".
In the ceiling, something went "coo".