DrBones
Promise Nothing Deliver Less
Beelzebozo shrugged at the secretary's noncommittal "We'll catch him" and left the office. Lessee here, next class is... Soul Economics. Room 4053! Hell, I might be the first one in!
Beelzebozo headed off to the fourth floor, ignoring the mounting noise in the gym. Some kinda orgy must be goin' on or summin. Guess that red chick did it, she was naked, wasn't she? He shrugged, and continued on his way.
Beelzebozo headed off to the fourth floor, ignoring the mounting noise in the gym. Some kinda orgy must be goin' on or summin. Guess that red chick did it, she was naked, wasn't she? He shrugged, and continued on his way.