"I've got... green..." She just wasn't sure if the cake was edible anymore. Suppressing whatever sense of double-you-tee-eff she could manage, Kerrigan stalked slowly into the living room, crossing her arms automatically. "...You can drink that," she nodded at the bottle of... fizz.
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Date: 2008-03-29 12:33 pm (UTC)