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Chris: is this big enough?
Chris: *spots someone* fox, you get our stuff. I'll meet up with you *creeps after her*
Chris: you ok?
Chris: fox. Let's go.
Chris: eh? Alright, but I'm confused*phases and pads outside, then starts to dig*
Chris: Emma. I thought that the baby was the most important? Ok, well, do you want some pain reliever?
Chris: *pulls Anastasia into a light, friendly hug* it's ok, it's fine, everything is fine. Don't cry
Chris: ok. Let's go. I've got my kill on.
Chris: *laughs* that's so good! He'll be healthy! Oh my gosh!
Chris: *looks over* hey? *walks to her* why are you crying? That's not very happy.*laughs slightly to himself* ok, what's wrong?
(shut up alida)
(if you die in childbirth Chris will be depressed.)
Chris: Emma?!
Chris: ok, we'll, suck it up. She wouldn't want us to die. Who's left? We have to start killing. You and me till the end fox.
Chris: well, I guess I should just move on sal, she's not worth it *smiles*
Chris: you'll be fine (Mark: *'accidentally' drops a sword through wolfie* oops)
(you are an awesome writer)
Chris: brigit! *tries to grab her hand but misses*
Chris: your flee bag mutt self isn't a flee baggy mutt. It's a beautiful wolf, with the shiniest fur, best smell, and most sparkly eyes. It's up...
(ooh!)