[Dean exclaims in an incredibly put-together, eloquent manner as a motherfucking shark is yanked from the ceiling and onto the parlor floor. The force shakes the wood beneath his feet and he trips back, falling onto one of the coffee tables as the animal writhes around.]
The fuck, dude?!
[He scrambles off the table and over to the door, staring across the room to the window that the Russian just slipped out of.]
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( action; ) So they need to interact more often, yes.
Date: 2011-08-28 04:09 pm (UTC)[Dean exclaims in an incredibly put-together, eloquent manner as a motherfucking shark is yanked from the ceiling and onto the parlor floor. The force shakes the wood beneath his feet and he trips back, falling onto one of the coffee tables as the animal writhes around.]
The fuck, dude?!
[He scrambles off the table and over to the door, staring across the room to the window that the Russian just slipped out of.]
What the fuck?
[Yeah, definitely leaving now.
Never coming back.]