Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4059927-20160914130216/@comment-4059927-20170624222126

Malcolm was trying to suppress every effort to hit him, Derby soon stepped between them, relieving him in his place. "You don't speak to us like that, or else I can talk to Crabblesnitch and you will be living like a bum on the street. I'm sure you like that though." He snarled, coldly.

"Yeah, hurry up, losers." Bif ordered.

"Or what, Taylor?" Erick retorted

"Or we'll kick your ass."

"Wouldn't want you to get your fucking nails dirty, you inbreeding fuck."