Sorry. Life is unfair Peter u_u *takes a scotch*

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Peter: that is not true! I get them donuts sometimes. Then eat them... but that’s not the point. -tries sitting himself up but fails miserably.- shit. Me: that sounds like a good idea, just gotta get something over his mouth. But I say we go with that ide

Hmm- Maybeeeee we couldddd TAKE HIM AS A HOSTAGE AND LET HIM CALL THE BACK UP So we tell them to give us money or else we would kill him...? But that's Risky... None would even want that big twat to work with them-...

Peter: -squeaks a little- n-nyet don’t d-do that please... me: blegh. He’s the last person I’d like to do that to. I mean look at him. Peter: -scoffs and pouts- come on I’m not that bad. B-but what are you two going to do with me?