09-03-2006, 04:32 PM
1825.
Monica: Oh, gotcha. So what did you have in mind, DMX-ie. *licks her lips seductively at the dragon*
Zorromon: What, you mad I cut your ball. Well tough luck there chief, you and the rest of them are gonna pay for messing around with Monica! *flames consume his red fur as he prepares for another slash*
Monica: Oh, gotcha. So what did you have in mind, DMX-ie. *licks her lips seductively at the dragon*
Zorromon: What, you mad I cut your ball. Well tough luck there chief, you and the rest of them are gonna pay for messing around with Monica! *flames consume his red fur as he prepares for another slash*