01-09-2009, 11:45 AM
"A dark hole..." Giro murmured, his eyes glowing just a brighter shade of gold, his sclera turning black. "I don't see any dark holes, unless you count the keyhole, or some cracks on the walls."
Prowl on the other hand, looked disturbed. His mind pieced things together already: Lubricant? Dark hole? Of four? Four inches in a dark hole, needing lubricant to help ease it out. "Uhm, guys? Bad news..." He cleared his throat. "-I think the key's up our freaking asses."
Prowl on the other hand, looked disturbed. His mind pieced things together already: Lubricant? Dark hole? Of four? Four inches in a dark hole, needing lubricant to help ease it out. "Uhm, guys? Bad news..." He cleared his throat. "-I think the key's up our freaking asses."
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