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[smithandwesson]

""................This is Sanzo.

Leave a message I guess."

*beep*

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[smithandwesson]

... Why do I feel like you're getting some sick sense of amusement from the thought of me smacking this girl around? What kind of sicko are you?

[beatupgrass]

Oh no, dude. I'm getting a sick sense of amusement from imagining the broad smacking you around.

[smithandwesson]

Wow, way to encourage me to try and beat up girls all the more. You’re a fucking sadist you know that?

So what, she like the rest of the losers in this world with overpowered super abilities?

[beatupgrass]

I've been told that.

I dunno, but probably. There's a lot of 'em. I'm still pissed about that bastard who can screw with gravity.

[smithandwesson]

Fucking Hell. Of course there's some asshole out there that can screw with gravity.

[Maybe he's the one who fucked things up back during that time in the mess hall? Definitely suspect number one in Sanzo's eyes.]

Fate really likes to fuck with those of us who ain't got nothing but the guns on our hips. If anything I suppose we should consider ourselves lucky that we even have those.

[Now if only he could get his scripture back.]